There has always been that saying,

That question, what do you do

When the one person that makes you cry

Usually dries your tears?

Well, now I'm stuck here,

Repeating those words over and over again.

Trying to find an answer.

These tears hurt the most.

Like acid running down my cheeks

Burning my heart.

That pain hurts.

I'm young. We're young.

Life isn't supposed to be this hard.

These tears aren't supposed to pour.

They control my life.

All things are spinning out of control.

I'm losing my life, and it all started

When I lost,

You.