Stop Crying to Me

Duration

4:04

Genres

Other

Description

Lyrics

I've got not box that can't be opened. I've got no secrets that can't be told. I've got no joy when you're around me. You're always crying, and, baby, it's getting old. You better find some way of living, 'cause I can't meet your needs. You better get you some religion, and get down on your knees, and stop crying to me. Stop crying to me. I see your wounds are always open. I've seen you scratch until it bleeds. You've found your way to grab your attentionl. I've seen your hands reaching for me. I can't by your Mother Mary, but here's my prophecy: You're too big for me to carry, so get down on your knees, and stop crying to me. Stop crying to me. Poor, poor soul. Look what a mess you've gotten into. And don't we all just love to kiss it, kiss it and make it better. I know just what you're doing. Well, there's at least one dry eye in this house. There's at least one girl who knows what you're about. There's at least one dry eye in this house, I ain't crying for you no more. You better find some way of living, 'cause I can't meet your needs. Can't even tell you what the truth is 'til you get real with me. You're too in love with your damage to even want release. You need some genuine repentance, and until then set me free. And stop crying to me.