Don't Cry - Slings

You've been on and on again And this time I'm not listening It's been minutes since we've spoken last Already talking to my friends You can't admit it that you lied, that I lied Yeah, I've been upset but I've tried, tried, tried But boys don't cry You've been writing novels I'm the inbox to your problems every weekday We don't talk much in real life We fake fight and that's all we do, do But if it's over, then it's over Doesn't have to be a TV drama If it's over, then it's over You've been off and on again I've always been your therapist And you can't say anymore You've lost the right to be my friend I know you're drinking every night, night, night, night Yeah, I've been upset but I've tried, tried, tried But if it's over, then it's over Doesn't have to be a teenage drama If it's over, then it's over If it's over, then it's over Doesn't have to be a TV drama If it's over, then it's over But boys don't cry No, boys don't If it's over, then it's over You don't have to go and make this harder If it's over, then it's over

Don't be so hard on yourself Those tears are for someone else I hear your voice on the phone I hear you feel so alone My baby Oh, my baby Please, my baby My baby When we were young And truth was paramount We were older then And we lived a life without any doubt Those memories They seem so long ago What's become of them? (They've all gone for sure) When you feel like me I want you to know Don't cry You're not alone Don't cry tonight, my baby Don't cry you'll always be loved Don't cry tonight my baby Today I dreamed Of friends I had before And I wonder why The ones who care don't call anymore My feelings hurt But you know I overcome the pain And I'm stronger now There can't be a fire unless there's a flame Don't cry You're not alone Don't cry tonight, my baby Don't cry you'll always be loved Don't cry, oh Limousines and sycophants Don't leave me now 'Cause I'm afraid what you've done to me Is now the wolf In my bed In my head In my head In my head The challenges, we took were hard enough They get harder now Even when we think that we've had enough Don't feel alone 'Cause it's I you understand I'm your sedative Take a piece of me whenever you can Don't cry, you're not alone (Don't be so hard on yourself) Don't cry tonight, my baby (These tears are for someone else) Don't cry you'll always be loved (I hear your voice on the phone) Don't cry tonight sweet baby (I hear you feel, so alone) Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't you cry, cry Don't cry 'cause you still be loved Don't cry Don't cry tonight, oh My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby My baby Don't cry tonight You'll still be loved

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