The tears I cry land on my bed.
You could care less if I’m alive or dead.
The memories return in one quick flash.
They end in misery; buried in ash.

I think back to when everything was magnificent.
The times when you were one sweet, caring gent.
But those times are over, the real you died.
That doesn’t erase the million tears I have cried.

They land in a puddle, creating a river.
My sadness, my fear causes me to shiver.
I miss the good times, I miss the smiles.
I miss the joy that lasted a while.

But the dreams we had, even though they were wild.
Now that they’re gone, I feel like a child.
Not for the dreams, but for believing in you.
At one time you had made all my dreams come true.

But now the dreams are gone, dissipated.
You, yourself are gone; the real you has faded-
Into the air, into the sky.
A million tears I still cry.

You don’t care if I’m dead or alive,
No matter how hard I work, how hard I strive.
Maybe I’m just existing, I can no longer live-
So much stress in life, no one has happiness to give.

So yes I’m just existing. My heart has surely died.
I’m certainly not living, because of the million tears I’ve cried.
One falls after another, all landing on my bed.
You could still care less if I’m alive or dead.