If She Won't Cry, She's Not the One

Thunder strikes this darkened night
When you wished that things were right
She crosses her arms; she won’t admit
All of the bad things that she did

She stares you in the eye, her own frigid cold
You don’t wanna believe the things you’ve been told

But you don’t wanna hear, anyway
Like she has anything important to say
This stormy ride, oh it’s plain to see
That the two of you were never meant to be

Through and through, one thing’s clear;
She’s never, ever spilt a tear.

She’s never, ever broken down and cried
After all the times that she had lied

It doesn’t seem honest; it doesn’t seem true
Something just doesn’t seemright to you.

So here’s a fact; as certain as the sun,
If she won’t cry, she’s not the one.