No more tears, my heart is dry
I don't laugh and I don't cry
I don't think about you all the time
But when I do I wonder why
You have to go out of my door
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told
Little me and little you
Kept doing all the things they do
Here I go again the blame
The guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame