The rush is not good.
It comes when you cry,
It comes when you fight,
The rush is not good.
When your upset about one thing,
And you begin to cry,
The rush of everything comes in.
You think about your mom,
You think about your familiy,
You think about your past,
And you think about your Future.
You need to cry more.
Your upset and you wonder,
Will you ever run out of tears?
You wish someone was there,
to hold you,
to listen to you,
and to help you fight the Rush!
Your alone...
And the rush is not good.
It comes when you cry,
It comes when you fight,
The rush is not good.
When your upset about one thing,
And you begin to cry,
The rush of everything comes in.
You think about your mom,
You think about your familiy,
You think about your past,
And you think about your Future.
You need to cry more.
Your upset and you wonder,
Will you ever run out of tears?
You wish someone was there,
to hold you,
to listen to you,
and to help you fight the Rush!
Your alone...
And the rush is not good.