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