I cried eight tears for you,
so I thought I'd let you know
just incase you were wondering
why there are stains on my pillow.
The first was for what could have been,
the second, what we had.
The third was for the times we shared,
the fourth, when things went bad.
The fifth was for my love for you,
the sixth, your love for her.
The seventh was for my mistakes,
and the eighth because I'm hurt.
Will I have another chance
to be your one and only?
Or will my tears multiply
from being hurt and lonely?