Love is a very terible thing!

sometimes when im alone i cry the tears are bitter and warm they flow with life but they take no form i cry because my heart is torn i find it difficault to carry on if i had an ear to confinding i would cry among my tresured friend but who do you know that stops that long to help another carry on the world moves fast it would rather pass by then stop to see wat makes one cry so painful and sad and sometimes i cry and know one cars about why