These days I don’t know if people really cry anymore

Or if its just a myth people can make fun of.

Sometimes I just want to sit down and let it all out.

Just let all of that pain that is built up inside

Fall in drops of water from my salt stained eyes.

I tried to find those people that cry these days.

 But most people will just sing instead.

I want someone who is so sad that they cant contain themselves

They have to just break down in front of the

Tabloid magazines.

I want to be there in the cereal isle

Making rivers

Culture can never be the same.