Tears throughout my
days and nights,
and
tears from chore to chore.
Don't know if I did them right,
for I couldn't see,
through all these tears I'm crying,
since my true love left me.
I could stop crying,
if I could stop hurting,
and
I could stop hurting,
if I could stop missing her,
and
I could stop missing her,
if I could stop loving her,
so, I better prepare to do
a lot of crying.
