It's difficult to love you when you do the things you do,
Time and time again.
And when I try to turn it off, you turn from smooth, you play it rough,
Once again.

You make me cry.
You make me cry again.
You make me cry.
You make me cry again.
You make me cry.
You make me cry.

Saturday's the same old story, Sunday morning's wounded glory,
Repeats again.
And everyday a dream that's born is countered by a love that's torn,
Deep again.

You make me cry.
You make me cry again.
And the tears roll by.
You make me cry again.
You make me cry.
And you make me cry.
You make me cry.
And you make me cry again.

Tide that turns me into this ocean subsides again.
So high and so dry with this bitter emotion lies again.

You make me cry.
You make me cry.
And you make me cry.
You make me cry.
Still you make me cry.
And you make me cry.
You make me cry.