You sit there and call me a liar and a cheat
I just wish you'd pin a rose on me
Now you won't even come out and take a bow


Crying won't help you now
Crying won't help you now


So now your poets
Have all put down their pens

The only songs to sing
Are those sung again


Lonely just doesn't look good on you somehow
Crying won't help you now
Crying won't help you now


Now I jsut keep on starring
Into the black eyes of the truth

We'll have to learn to live up on our own somehow

Crying won't help you now

Crying won't help you now
Crying won't help you now
Crying won't help you now