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 ...
