It Doesn't Show - Robert Cray

You threw out my clothes

The things I own,

And locked the door.

I guess I crossed the line,

Wasted your time,

I had to go.

If you’ve made other plans I understand,

The fool I am.

It doesn’t show,

No, no.

Old friends just pass me by,

They seem to hide,

I’m not alive.

I tried you on the phone,

He says your gone,

Don’t call no more.

I’ve tried everything,

I even sang,

You gave back the ring,

And laughed at me.

But it doesn’t show.

No, no.

(ooooo)

It doesn’t show