Cry Me a River

Cry me a river, And let the divers wait, I can’t wait any more, for failing liver, This might end up with regret, Cry me a river, rich boy, And let the poor girl sleep, Spread wide your mouth for oil, And force yourself for her dead lip, Cry me a river, And let death be the winner, Fighting it will only give you fever, Asking questions makes you a sinner, Cry me a river, rich boy, And let go of your entourage, You bit yourself up; I don’t want to be a foil, You have to grow up and have courage. Cry me a river, And let the undertakers do their work, Say farewell and shake this off your shoulder, Shriek; until you see it’s not your fault.