My tears are not for she,
And they are not for he,
They are not for joy,
Or just any boy.

My tears and self-pity,
A lonely girl in a big city,
With only one thing on my mind.
A lost girl the world will never find.

My tears are cried for regret,
For never speaking up, this is what I get,
Watching my best friend off and away,
Leaving my life loveless and gray.

Off and away to the skies with her angel,
Unknowingly leaving me to rot in hell,
Because I never found the voice to speak
Have my tears made me so weak?