second Lie

ou 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 just 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