And after all that I've done for you
In the beginning there was nothing at all
Save for the love I bore
In the end there is nothing left to say.
Wearing out the poor thing's frame,
I haven't the heart to say goodbye
Nor to want the man I loved to say
That I just left him.
But every time I see you face to face
I get a new impression
Of the sadness that you've lived through
Of your hurts, your trials and your woes
Still think of you and feel the pain that you still
Live through today.
Most days I take my fall
Even though I can't talk much
Still can't seem to think
To reach the bottom and disperse completely