LAST NIGHT SHE CRIED - Written by Carroll Bryant
Last night, she cried
And I didn’t even ask her why
When she needed me the most
I left just like a ghost
Fading into the night
Yesterday she said
Her heart was all and everything but dead
When she reached out for my hand
My mind didn’t understand
Lingering there instead
There was a moment to the scene
It was all just standing there for me to believe
I froze like a stone of ice
Looking deep into her eyes
Looking deep into a dream
Tomorrow is the time
When I think I know what she will find
Nothing is all you gain
When you throw it all away
A picture so sublime
There was a reason to discard
The feelings of the girl who made me hard
I wilted like a weed
In search of what I need
Like Napoleon Bonaparte
There was the hope of season two
Before the curtain fell right down on you
It’s a road to lay the blame
Like on a runaway train
And you don’t know what to do
Last night, she cried
And I didn’t even ask her why
When she needed me the most
I left just like a ghost
Fading into the night
If I was what she needed least
I could have been a better beast
I would have gave it another try
And last night, she cried
And I didn’t even ask her why
When she needed me the most
I left just like a ghost
Fading into the night
Yesterday she said
Her heart was all and everything but dead
When she reached out for my hand
My mind didn’t understand
Lingering there instead
There was a moment to the scene
It was all just standing there for me to believe
I froze like a stone of ice
Looking deep into her eyes
Looking deep into a dream
Tomorrow is the time
When I think I know what she will find
Nothing is all you gain
When you throw it all away
A picture so sublime
There was a reason to discard
The feelings of the girl who made me hard
I wilted like a weed
In search of what I need
Like Napoleon Bonaparte
There was the hope of season two
Before the curtain fell right down on you
It’s a road to lay the blame
Like on a runaway train
And you don’t know what to do
Last night, she cried
And I didn’t even ask her why
When she needed me the most
I left just like a ghost
Fading into the night
If I was what she needed least
I could have been a better beast
I would have gave it another try
And last night, she cried
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