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City: CORNING
State: New York
Country: US
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Thursday, February 14, 2008

Why He Cries (ballad)
Current mood:

awake
Category: Music

Why He cries:a fictional depiction of a real problem written by Joseph Lucas Seymour II, hope you like it, and take care :)

Cause its hard to be a boy that loves a girl that hates his guts,
He tries to hard, it hurts so bad, he swears he's had enough.
An end to pain, so leaves today, his razor in his wrist,
She doesnt know, he doesnt show, and angels cry at this.

So whats to do, the girl that loved the boy who killed himself,
She's not the hate he thought she was, his picture on her shelf.
The love he had for her was gone, from her so dearly missed.
"I thought i didnt care" said she, and angels cried at this.

The day of next when kin arose, they found a ghastly sight.
The girl they loved, they hugged last night,
Was drownd she took her life.
With pills and sleep, she slept away the only life she had,
All they thought "was this our fault?"
And remembered she was sad.
But not depressed, they knew her well,
Or so they thought that night.
They believed her when she choked back tears,
And said "I'll be alright"

The parents of the girl mourned long, and years after her flight.
Bitter cold, their tempers loomed like moon, without its light.
And then came day when vows were broken, torn beyond repair,
Man, nor wife could take the truth, the weight, they couldnt bear.
Liquor didnt help at all and sleep just wasnt there,
Untill one day, when man fell prey to secretaries charms,
The wife walked in to find him in, the former's lustful arms.
At first she hurt like anyone, but then said: "I dont care,... go to hell And take her too", He said "I'll see you there".
Although the anger seemed to cleanse the sadness from her heart,
The early morning headline read: "HUSBAND SHOT AT DARK"

After murder, before morning, a gasping breath was heard.
The wife by rope, in upstairs hall,
The policeman read the words:
"Nothing left in my old life, no people left to love.
This is morbid irony. It almost seems absurd"

And Satan laughed at four poor souls that didnt know, how else,
I pray that no more follow him in self abuse, and doubt.
God, I hope some one hears, and understands the point.
Our life is precious, live for you, and you can win our fight.