He asked her how many
times she had cried...

It's short and it's sweet
and it's straight to the point...

Mommy can I tell you a secret?
Mommy, promise not to tell...

I walked into the room today
and there you sat with her...

It's a crazy wicked feeling
those days when you're not there...

There's a ragged kind of heartache
as I lay here all alone...

You ask me how I'm doing
And I tell you that I'm fine...