More Cries, More Lies

I saw her cry again today. I can't shake the feeling of how much it
bothers me to see her cry. I want to help, I really do, but to do that
I have to learn about things I don't want to know, things I'm afraid to
know. I know it's about him, it always about him, but it doesn't matter
tomorrow things will ok again, and she will have forgotten. Things are
funny like that. But regrettably the one thing I can rely on is that
nothing ever changes, not for her, not for him, and not for me.