I was alright for a while,

I could smile for a while.

But when I saw you last night,

you held my hand so tight

as you stopped to say hello.

And though you wished me well,

you couldn't tell that I'd been

crying over you, crying over you -

yes you said so long, and left me standing all alone,

alone and crying.



I thought that I was over you,

but it's true, so true.

I love you even more

than I did before,

but darling, what can I do?

Oh, you don't love me,

and I'll always be

crying over you, crying over you,

yes, now you're gone, and from this moment on,

I'll be crying, crying, crying, crying

over you.





--hymie

hymowitz@cs.jhu.edu hymie@jhuvms.bitnet

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