Love Lost:

Her tears are so cold
So sad and so soft,
Until their all coming down
There's never any Love Lost.

So suttle and so brittle
Cause she can fall apart,
With most of her pain
Coming from her heart.

She then starts to cry
Tears fill up her eyes,
As the pressure builds up
Then it's almost that time.

Now here comes the tears
The water works have begun,
And before this night is over
Nobody will be having fun.

For one usually means more
And more means many more,
Until some small little puddle
Has been formed on the floor.

Her tears are so cold
So sad and so soft,
Until their all coming down
There's never any Love Lost.