"Big girls don't cry ..."

Can a woman go thru' so much -

and not even feel a quiver,

or let off a sigh,

as he walks by ...?

Can she pass by the garden,

or look into the room -

without feeling a tinge of nostalgia,

or having a good cry ...?

Can she sit by the phone,

and just watch the arms of the clock

go ticking by -

without the urge to pick it up,

and hear it ring,

wait for the pause,

and then the "Hi!" ...?

Can she just turn her head away -

when he passes by,

or swallow each bite -

without feeling his eyes ...?

Can she see the moon -

and not remember what had gone by ...?

see the familiar writing -

and not remember what it had signified ...?

Can she just laugh things off,

and let out a sigh,

tell herself it's silly to cry -

just 'coz he had said

he won't be coming by -

that it was all a matter of weakness,

and that she should let history die -

stay buried and dry,

and let memories just pass by -

'Coz he had said she shouldn't cry ...?

A friendship is easy to come by,

a relationship is no more after a try -

he's just trying to imply:

"That big girls don't cry ..."

So she shouldn't let him make her cry;

well, she's not complaining, nor even asking why,

if she must, she'll give it a try -

and he'll not know if she had to cry ...

'Coz "big girls don't cry" -

so she'll not cry,

nor even ask why;

she'll just cry -

if she feels like having a good cry ...

But she won't ask him why -

she was born a woman, that's why,

and a woman is left

to pick up the shattered pieces,

when a dream went by -

and feelings die ...

To await another when the party's ended

is the job alloted the guy,

so a woman won't ask why:

she knows what she's worth, that's why ...

she knows a guy

will not want to be tied down,

to answer why -

so a guy will not be asked

to stand by

when the river runs dry ...

'Coz a woman understands,

she won't ask why -

to live with memories she'll try

'Coz to forget is to let the old heart die ...