Tonight I'll cry, for the last time.
Tears will pour, like a torrential rain.
I'll cry till my tears, stop streaming,
and my heart, erupts from the pain.
I'll cry for the fruit that's forbidden.
Cries that will echo, for all time.
For my wishing to be with the one,
that I know in my heart won't be mine.
I'll give in, to the agony that adorns me,
and to the misery, that consumes my soul.
But after tonight, I'll no longer cry,
I will be playing, a different role.
My tears will be for my lover, my life,
and for things, that I wanted to be.
But most of all, for the belief that I had,
that in time, he could learn to love me.
My tears will be, behind me tomorrow.
I won't speak, of my love again.
Maybe, in the arms of another,
I can bring, my heartaches to an end.
I'll cry for the mistakes that I've made.
I'll cry for the shame of me.
But all of my tears can never erase,
my love for a man, that's not free.
So I'll cry, and cry, and cry, and cry,
for how ever, long it may take.
Then I'll dry my eyes, Lock up my heart,
forever, for my own sake!