It's hard to watch her suffer
Tears streaming down her face
Collecting at her cheekbone,
Then falling onto the bedsheets all at once

She's crying over you again
I suppose it's a mixture of the lying and cheating
I wonder if I should tear into you like an unwrapped Christmas present
Though, I suspect Karma will suffice
For she's not creating these rivers of tears for nothing, my dear
Good luck.