The Way I Cry
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."