There are nights when the world seems to weep
When the stars can't find their contented sleep,
when the ocean roils and beats at the shore
and I just can't cry anymore.

There are nights when love isn't so devine
and the flutterings of the heart aren't so kind
When doubt sinks in and rips me raw
because love isn't what I thought I saw.

And there are days, oh there are days,
when the night's torture fades
behind the mask that must stay so rigidly in place
lest the sun reflect my tear-streaked face.

There are weeks, and may be years
that are boiled away in hot, shredding tears
And there are moments, barely flickers of time
when I wish, oh I wish, you were never mine.