TEARS

Any minute now, I think I'm gonna cry.
I can feel it, I can feel it.
No, don't do it, eyes - stay dry.

All right. You're all right.
Well, you're not. But let's pretend.
I'm not all right. I'm anything but.
I'm going round the bend.

No, I'm not mad...not much.
I'm just a bit upset.
I can feel myself filling up again,
My eyes are getting wet.

You know what will happen, don't you?
A few tears will leak out.
Then I'll find myself asking myself,
What I'm crying about.

Then I'll start looking at things,
From a painful angle.
All the hurt and despair,
Will grow more and more entangled.

The tears will form a stream,
And the stream will form a river.
The river becomes a sea;
Emotion flowing out of me.

Little beads of saltwater.
Well, what can you do?
Still, it's better to let them out,
Than keep bottled inside you.

11 April 2002