I suppose.
If one cries in the rain, can another tell All the time I feel like I’m living in hell Most of the time, I think things can’t get worse Happens that they do, it’s like a curse Usually I’m helping other people out Right now, I have my own problem I need to talk about Things have to get better soon It’s like I’m crying inside a huge monsoon No big deal, go on and live like you always do Giving me a second thought seems like too much for you
