6.4.01 CrY By: cZaRiNa MoRaLeS

ThEsE pAsT fEw nIgHtS i'Ve CrIeD mYsElF tO sLeEp
BeCaUsE i DiD tHe StUpIdEsT tHiNg
I bRoKe Up WiTh YoU
aNd My HeArT iN tWo
AlL i CoUlD dO wAs CrY
wHeN yOu HuGgEd Me ToDaY
i WiShEd I cOuLd HaVe DiEd <WeLl NoT LiTeRaLlY>
bUt I wIsHeD wE cOuLd HaVe StAyEd LiKe ThAt
I mAdE tHe MiStAkE oF sAyInG gOoDbYe
AnD aLl I cOuLd Do WaS cRy
As I tHiNk BaCk To My MiStAkE
tEaRs SlOwLy RoLl DoWn My FaCe
i LoVe YoU i TrUlY dO
i KnOw YoU dOn'T bELiVe ThAt ThOuGh
As I sLoWlY wRiTe ThIs DoWn
TeArS sLoWlY cOmE fRoM mY fAcE