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