Tears n' Fears

Your tears,
And your fears
All these years
Have you held here

Is it not time
To toss like a dime
This troubled whine
Look, here's the bottom line

You may cry
Every time you try
To cook or fry
Your food with rye

And you may shriek
When you cross the creek
Later this week
Afraid you're too meek

But may I just say
To you this fine day
You just may
See yourself this way

I, however, see
What you could be
Should you just leave
And come with me