No crocodile tears for the rest of your years Its hard for me to understand But ???? its clear I was right to fear that I'd let you slip through my hands Now it seems nothing ever turns out like I planned How did I let you slip right through my hands To have and to hold Now it sounds so cold I'll be sad at Christmas this year Now it seems nothing ever turns out like I planned How do I get my life back in my hands Now what do I do I depended on you I'll be sad at Christmas this year I'll be sad at Christmas this year.... Oh....