If I had just one tear running down your cheek . . . maybe I could cope, maybe I could get some sleep.

 

Maybe if I had one moment at your expense.

 

Maybe you’re my misery; it would be well spent.

 

Could you cry a little? Lie just a little?  Pretend that you’re feeling a little more pain…

 

I gave now I’m wanting something in return…so cry just a little for me…

 

If you’re love could be caged, honey I would hold the key, and conceal it underneath the pile of lies you handed me.

 

And you’d hunt and those lies would be all you’d ever find…and that would be all you’d have to know for me to be fine….

 

And you’d cry a little, die just a little and maybe I’d feel just a little less pain…I gave now I’m wanting a little something in return…so cry just a little for me…

 

Give it up baby; a whimper would be fine, some kind of clue that you’re doing time, some kind of heartache, honey give it a try…

 

I don’t want pity; I just want what is mine…

 

Could you cry a little?  Lie just a little?  Pretend that you’re feeling a little more pain?

 

I gave now I’m wanting, something in return, so cry just a little for me…

 

Could you cry a little for me?

 

Cry…a little for me?