Why waste the tears,
the ones you have saved for so long,
when you knew you would be hurt,
You knew he would not care for
you the way you care for him?
Why waste the tears,
the ones you knew you would cry,
because your friend is in his arms?
the tears are wasted on this,
you knew you were not his
Juliet, and you should
feel happy
that your Romeo,
oh, Romeo,
Is happy with
his Juliet.