i have no heart it seems
when i need it, it leaves
and i haven’t the courage to oblige
why couldn’t somebody cry for me
for i’m too frightened to reply
as were the days of yore
mine are timeless
why couldn’t someone have patience for me?
why couldn’t someone be wise to my fears?
tell me why couldn’t somebody cry for me
and if i should die, who’ll be the first to cry?
i have not the nerve to show anyone how i am
for i’d be misunderstood
every time you’re standing by my side
i’m stricken with undying fear inside
and if i choose to comply
not one would wonder why would i
who’ll be the first to cry?