Don't ever ask me to stop crying because of you;
For the moment I do,
I'd probably become strong enough to be without you.

You're sad,
Your hurt; I know.
It's fine to cry, you know?
It's fine to break down,
It's fine to be a bit angsty and hurt me a bit;
It's fine so long as you know.
But do you?
For who do you cry?
For what do you die?
For when do you wait?_
Death.

Ah.
Who am I kidding?
I never asked did I;
Do you care about me?