Lyrics: Robert Clarke
I'm not a fan of the notion of crying my eyes out over you
It's such a wasted emotion, to think I'd broken ties over you
You keep it frozen in motion, then blame it on my bad attitude
It's just a drop in the ocean, a final shackle stopping me pulling through
And thanks for pointing out, the finer points of what I already knew, I guess that's what you do
You claim to hate a commotion, yet frown at an alternative view
It takes a magical potion to reach the standards you want others to
Well take a look at you
And thanks for pointing out, the finer points of what I already knew, I guess that's what you do
I'm not a fan of the notion of crying my eyes out over you