The Way I Cry
Some
say you need the padded walls,
Some
say that you're insane.
"I
do it for the blood," you said,
"Not
for physical pain."
No
one really knows you
But
they always call you names.
"I
do it for the blood," you said,
"Not
for physical pain."
When
it seemed as though God let you down
And
all the problems came.
"I
do it for the blood," you said,
"Not
for physical pain."
You
tried because you thought it'd help,
To
be like the rain.
"I
do it for the blood," you said,
"Not
for physical pain."
They
ask you, "Why does it help?"
You
felt you couldn't lie.
"I
do it for the blood," you said,
"'Cause
I don't know how to cry."