How Many Tears?

Staring at the ceiling.
Alone in bed I sigh.
Wondering intently,
How many tears I've cried.

A love so pure and perfect.
Promises so true.
He told me that he loved me,
But now our love is through.

Believed in love,
It broke my heart,
Alone and empty,
My heart torn apart.

He promised he'd always love me.
That another would never take my place.
He's with my best friend now.
These tears just drench my face.

Holding my pillow,
I sob throughout the night.
Fighting back this emptiness,
These feelings are hard to fight.

I stare at the daybreak.
Consciously dreaming,
What can I do to have you back here with me?

I stare at the ceiling; a tear slips my eye.
How many tears can my two eyes cry?