Teardrops

Teardrops, I’ve had my share of crying buckets full of
Teardrops, so hard to take I got a soaking with those
Teardrops and it feels like I have taken over from the rain
In the heart of the lonely man
In and out of love more often where most others can
He walks the streets like the losers in some lovers game
He talks so sweet but the news is always much the same
In the eyes of the lonely one
Everything is cold and hopeless that he looks upon
He needs a friend, a lover who can comfort him
His deeds offend he knows that he has brought on him
Teardrops
Teardrops