If I cried on your shoulder,
Would the fire be put out?
If the boulder crumbled,
Would the world resurrect itself?

I promise you I won't cry Save these last tears.
And maybe a few more to come.
But those won't be for years and years.

You may find me to be peculiar;
But I, but I, find myself to be dead inside.
Screaming love songs,
My frozen heart is cracking.