Endless tears drop down my face,
One for each memory I can't erase.
I close my eyes to search for some relief,
But all I see is you, and all I feel is grief.
Should your memory leave, or should it stay?
Would it be better if it just washed away?
But I know it won't, I can't let you go,
These things I feel inside are things you'll never know.
So I'll let them come down, these tears every day,
But I won't let them wash your memory away. . .