Its the tears. They scared them away. Everyone who cares. Im sorry my tear soaked stories made you run. Im sorry for my tear soaked pillow. Im sorry for my tear soaked life. Im sorry for everyone like me. For those singing out their tears. For those who drown the bad away. Whose high helps them run. For those who drink away the lost. For the tequila runners. For the vodka escapists. For those lost in violence. For the blood that stained our halls. For the symphony of those lost and scarred. They sing to remind us. To remind us that we’re still here. That we did nothing. The symphony of those who saw their friends die and bleed. Because the symphony cries. So Im sorry. For waking up to nightmares. For not seeing who cares and whose playing us. For being broken. For being so scared to love and to forget that we push the world away. The symphony lost in tequila and their tears. Someone will love us. Someone will love us. Someone will us.