Why do I still cry?

I am not pure at heart, no more
But I still want to be innocent, no less
I still feel the guilt of a child
When I cry over things, I can't find

I want to overcome
However long it takes
I don’t want no for an answer
I am ready to raise the stakes

Pardon me, my friend
For I’ve been rude
And pardon me for I will be as well
I am playing no games, neither being shrewd

I am old enough, they say
And it’s awkward when I cry
Let them say what they want to
But I’ll wail, till I hear it from you

The flowers blossom, the trees fruit
Such is the spring, this time around
If only the past hadn’t been that brute
If only the acoustics were sound

I miss the ambience that fostered me
Cause I feel worlds apart now
To its faintest resemblance, I bow
Enough said, that’s why I still cry