She Made The Blues Cry

Yeah...

They say when a man cheats, he a dog.

But when a woman does it, it hits the soul different.

I am not angry. I am just sitting here

trying to figure out what part of me broke when she did.

She said she needed space. I said, take your time.

I did not know that meant he would be standing in line.

I worked two jobs, kept the lights on bright,

while she was dancing somewhere in another man's night.

I found a message saying, "You make me feel alive."

And I was the one who kept her dream alive.

There is no drink strong enough to wash this pain.

Just a ring on my hand and a love gone to strain.

She made the blues cry. She made the blues cry.

She took a faithful man and dimmed his sky.

I gave her truth. She gave goodbye.

And the hurt in my chest has not run dry

Her perfume still lingers in the sheets I fold.

Smells like lies and a story untold.

I cooked her dinner. She said she already ate.

I guess I am not the flavor she wanted on her plate.

The neighbors still wave and ask how she has been.

I just smile. No need to let that pain back in.

The hardest thing a man can do

is love somebody who does not love him too.

She made the blues cry. She made the blues cry.

She turned my laughter cold and my daylight shy.

I played her song but the strings ran dry.

Now I am humming hurt with no reply.

I used to sing the blues to heal other hearts.

Now I am the one breaking apart.

She did not just leave. She took my peace.

Left me fighting shadows where love used to be.

She made the blues cry. She made the blues cry.

I gave her heaven. She walked on by.

Now I am witness to my own goodbye.

Yeah... she made the blues cry.

And when a woman makes the blues cry,

it does not sound the same anymore.