Crying softly at the back,
nobody cares,
nobody sees.
Thinking about you and me,
which nobody wants it to be.
Thinking of the past,
and figuring the future,
counting the wrongs I have done,
and the rights I hav none.
I came to a conclusion,
for which I think is true,
it's that I dissappear for good,
and let everyone through.
Still crying softly,
for all the wrong things I've done.
