Of all the things love has taught me,
I think crying is the one I know best.
So oft it seems there's nothing...
Nothing to do but sit and cry.
Try, try, try again and again
To make my love happy,
And what should I receive in return?
Well, let's look through these tears.
I'm crying my eyes out,
Lying alone in this cold darkness,
While she just sleeps my pain away...
All night I toss and turn,
Wondering why it is so
That no matter what I may do,
She still finds a way to make me cry...
And when morning comes,
She arises to a day anew,
While I look on the same day, sleepless,
Not two days, but only one enduring pain...
There is much I may not know,
But if love is tears, then I am the expert on love...
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