• I thought time made me stronger. I thought I didn't have a battered heart...but no...now I realize...that I am crying on the inside...not on the outside...and no one realizes this...

    I act cheerful and strong. But that's not the truth. I know now the truth. I realized this the day I saw myself in the mirror, crying. I was smiling on the outside, but the inside was different.

    Beneath the heart, there's tears of pain.

    Beneath the heart, there's a girl who suffering.

    Beneath the heart, beneath the heart, beneath the heart, there's always tears.

    I don't know what causing my tears either. I know there's something deep inside my heart...that's causing me this misery, woe, and pain. Something that just wants to see me suffer.

    Beneath this heart, lies a broken girl.

    Beneath this heart, there's a waterful of tears.

    Beneath this heart...even the heavens weap.

    Beneath...this....heart...