The crying girl –
Does she cry for you?
Does she cry for me?
It’s a game she plays –
Is it for you?
Is it for me?
This crying game
It’s not what it seems
What does she cry for
If not for you
If not for me
She cries for all the things
She thought she could be
Perhaps that’s the game –
She cries for all the things
You thought you could be
And all the things
I thought I could be
She cries for all of us
All the things
We thought we could be
Yet were never meant to be
For the crying girl
Is you.
And the crying girl
Is me.
