All cried out.

All alone on a Sunday morning...
Outside I see the rain is falling...whoa.
Inside I'm slowly dying.
But the rain will hide my...
Crying...Crying...Crying.
And you don't you know.
My tears will burn the pillow.
Set this place on fire.
Cause I'm tired of "your" lies.
All I needed was a simple "hello".
But the traffic was so noisy...
That you could not hear me cry.