Yesterday she cried to me,
Everything ain't what it seems to be,
Tomorrow's came and gone away,
Nothing I can do is gonna make it right,
Yesterday she cried to me,
Everything ain't what it seems to be,
You’re always writing poems that you never find a reason to rhyme,
You find yourself in prison but without committing a crime,
Yesterday she smiled at me,
Everything was going to be ok,
She'd always be a sinner who could never repent,
That's alright with me I'm not heaven sent,
Yesterday she cried to me,
