pretty crier

You’d think by now i’d be a pretty crier

You’d think by now i’d know how how to make the tears fall like diamonds

Keep them in a jar and sell them to whoever crosses my path

You’d think my now my sobs would sound like a melody under the trees

And my shaking body would look more like dancers floating in a field of roses

You’d think the tears in my eyes would glisten like the sea

And that my sadness would remind the masses of the Mona Lisa

You’d think time heals all wounds

You’d think by now i’d be covered in scars

Rather than bleeding out in the dirt, the cacti to drinking from my pain

Alone in the desert, no water for miles

The only thing escaping my chapped lips is a cry for help

But no one can hear me

Its almost like I’m camouflaged

You’d think by now i’d be a pretty crier

You’d think by now i’d know how how to make the tears fall like diamonds

Keep them in a jar and sell them to whoever crosses my path