Must there be tears to have cried?
Can't I be in pain silently?
For so many years I have grieved,
Maybe it is my destiny?
We are strangers now
Ten years passed; I don't know how
There is not a single day
that stopped this decay
This pain never stopped my friend
My old, loyal, best friend
Or so I thought once
Now we are strangers
Who live apart by 1,883 miles
I kindly ask again
Must there be tears to have cried?
Because I did
and still do
