It's difficult to love you

When you do the things you do

Time and time again

And when I try to play it wrong

You turn from smooth

You play it rough once again

You make me cry

You make me cry again

You make me cry

You make me cry again

You make me cry

You make me cry

Saturday, same old story

Sunday mornings wounded glory repeats again

And every day a dream is born

Is counted by a love thats torn, deep again

You make me cry

You make me cry again

And the tears roll by

You make me cry again

You make me cry

And you make me cry

You make me cry

You make me cry again

Tide? that turns me into this ocean

Subsides again

So high and so dry

With this bitter emotion lies again

You make me cry

You make me cry

And you make me cry

Stop making me cry

Stop making me cry

And you make me cry