Happy Tears

I cried when I heard you were cheating
I cried when I said I was leaving
I cried when my heart stop believing
But I am all out of tears
Then I feel so weak but I no I am strong
So I wipe my face and I just move on
My eyes are red

My checks are dry
Singing my last goodbye
I cut of my hair and I painted my toes
I sold all the diamonds and burnt all your clothes
I am never gonna cry again
I am never gonna cry again
I am never gonna cry again
Noo
Unless there happy tears

Wooahh woooaahh wooahh

Unless there happy tears

I bet you've been trying to call me
I blocked all your numbers so you couldn't phone
I don't wanna hear baby I am sorry
You don't get to apologize
Coz I am not weak I no I am strong
You hurt me once your chance has gone
Our love is dead but I am still alive
Singing my last goodbye

I cut of my hair and I painted my toes
Painted my toes
I sold all of the diamonds and burnt all your clothes
I ain't never gonna cry again
I ain't never gonna cry again
I ain't never gonna cry again
Noooo

Unless there happy tears

I cried when I slashed all of you tyres
I cried when suited the fire
I cried coz I wont see you again
But those are happy tears

I cut of my hair and I painted my toes
I sold all the diamonds and burnt all of your clothes
I ain't never gonna cry again
I ain't never gonna cry again
I ain't never gonna cry again
Unless there happy tears

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