Crying Over You

Why do I find myself crying over you,
When Lord knows you ain’t crying over me?

Why do I bend over backwards for you,
If you don’t do what I takes to fulfill my needs?

If love is suppose to be give and take,
And All I’m doing is giving,
Where’s my piece of cake?

Why do I find myself crying over you?
Is love really that hard a task?

Why do I find myself crying over you,
When what I should do is just get rid of your ass?

If love’s suppose to be a many splendid thing,
That makes the flowers bloom and the birds sing,
And turn your darkest skies from gray to blue,
Then why do I still find myself crying over you?