She is crying without any tears, they've dried up allready.
She is all alone, like allways.
There's music playing in a near by car, she feels like it's
playing just for her
A serenade in the middle of the night to star light.
She is crying without any tears quietly to herself, the
tears lost in the past somewhere, unfound; and she has no
streanth to look for them.
She is tired, tired of crying, tired of aching, tired of
life, tired of herself.
The tears are lost, lost forever it seems, and so is she.