Cry

Most days I like to cry
I'm happy that way because it's something I like to do

to cry and cry and cry and cry
until my tears ducts run dry

or until there's nothing to cry about

The latter is not really valid because there's always something to cry about

Whether about poor little boys drowning in rivers
or over spilled milk

Life is good
Life is a bitch
Either way, I just really like to cry

So if you see tears running down my cheeks
Do not try to comfort me
for I am doing what I like