My pillow tastes of tears again
As I hold it to my mouth
Choking the sobs before they can leave my throat
I think my soul is crying

Day to day I live now
Surviving on bitter-sweet moments
Between my lover and I
I think my soul is crying

My thoughts and dreams have begun to bleed
They run into each other ceaselessly
Churning in my muddled mind
I think my soul is crying

I can't stop the tears form flowing
Only writing this down seems to keep them from coming
I don't wish to face the coming day
For I think my soul is crying

My life is a mess, though I'm too good to show it
I can't seem to care even though I truly do
I long to sleep, but I can't slow my breath nor blind my eyes
Because my soul is crying and i don't want to be alone