She’s a liar, with a heart of stone
Fell in love with a phantom
Was all her own illusion
Dreamt of a fantasy
I watched her die, now it’s killing me
He’s a liar with a heart of coal
He could blind her with beauty
Such a foolish goal
Illusion dressed in a fantasy
I let him lie and it’s killing me
What more is there to do but cry?
What more is there to do but cry?
What more is there to do?
What more is there to do?
But cry
I am a liar
So they should have known
Not to trust me completely
Would leave them so deeply
Deluded 'cause I've lived this lie
It was my consequence
That I saw her die
What more is there to do but cry?
What more is there to do but cry?
What more is there to do?
What more can I do?
But cry
What more is there to do but cry?
What more is there to do?