Bitter tears I cry
the kind that sting my eyes
but again, this is no surprise
again, I fell; I believed the lies.
I examine myself and ask why?
when all I do is try
love still seems to die
the bond we have begins to untie.
On the wings of love I wish to fly
from a place of bliss I want to sigh
but when I believe happiness is nigh
it comes and passes me by.
So, bitter tears I cry
the kind that sting my eyes
again, this is no surprise
but guess what, I won't die.
someone will come by
my eyes he'll dry
and I will give love another try.
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