When I cry I wish for someone to hold me in their arms But they don't So I took my phone and search for something I'm going back in there to feel the heat Oh When I cry I wish I could hear a voice and feel the Presence of their heart But they don't understand So I grab my phone and type for something I'm going back to where I feel the heat Oh But then I feel so dirty But I got my tranquility I feel so safe, as if I'm held I'm going back to sleep again But I don't want to go back there But I keep coming back there Where did I go wrong? When I cry I wish I could rely on other's warmth But it's not there So I pick my phone and grab my hands Looking on the moving screen of fake love