I was alright for a while.
I could smile for a while.
But I saw you last night,
you held my hand so tight,
as you stopped
to say hello.
Oh, you wished me well,
you couldn't tell,
that I'd been crying over you, crying over you.
You said so long,
left me standing,
all alone, alone and crying,
crying,
crying,
crying.
I don't understand,
but the touch of your hand can start me crying.
I thought that I