Hear My Cry

I can't take it ; take this heavy burden, make it go away.

I'm sick of this, of how we always talk it over
But in the end, nothing gets done.
And things seem to be so compliacted lately.
Do they really love me ?
Do they really care?
Deep down there's always the positive
But I can't find it in me

Run away,breakaway.
The fights are echoing inside my head
I need something done,

I need something done.

Help.
And that's all they say.

-krystin, hear my cry.