It's difficult to love you when you do the things you do And when I try to turn it off, you turn from smooth, you play it rough,
Pride that pulls me into this ocean subsides again So high and so dry with these bitter emotional lies again.
You make me CRY, You make me CRY again, You make me CRY, And the tears roll by again.
Saturdayâ"š¬â"ž¢s the same old story, Sunday mornings wounded glory, And everyday a dream thatâ"š¬â"ž¢s born is countered by a love thatâ"š¬â"ž¢s torn
Pride that pulls me into this ocean subsides again So high and so dry with these bitter emotional lies again.
You make me CRY, You make me CRY again, And You make me CRY, And the tears roll by again.
And the tears roll by again You make me cry you make me cry You make me cry you make me cry