Small town, Illinois
The sky is raining tears tonight
The ones straight from my heart
I'm not gonna cry over you tonight
because its not the right way to start
I'm not gonna cry on how you left me
or how desperate I really seem.
I'm not gonna cry because I love you
or how it kills me not to scream.
I feel the urge to scream and shout
but my feelings go unheard.
Only written out in black ink
But never spoken a word.
Cause on that paper
dry and torn
tattered and worn.
Lies the words of a kid
casualty of love here lie.
So this is how it feels like
for a heart to truly die.
Clouded skies in his mind
dried up eyes from tears he cried
Burning and tired from long nights awake
Cold as ice and undecided
The ink has been spelt
The paper damp with broken pride
Cause here lies a boy tonight
who's dying on the inside.