September Tears

There ain't so many people
That really could make you cry
And there ain't too many things
That really reach you insideWhen it happens it feels like
We all wanna die
And the best time for answers might be
When we cryAren't we really, really living
When we cry
Aren't we really, really feeling
When we cryPeople might say that they don't pray
But still they hope
We hope though we don't believe
Or when we don't cope
And then we die with the hope