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