It worries me this kind of thing
How you hope to live alone
And occupy your waking hours
We're taking sides again
I just wept I couldn't
understand
Why you started this again
Every day you send me more
What makes it worse is this plan of yours
To ensure I don't forget
I'd write and tell you that I've burnt them all
But you never send me your address
And I've kept them anyway
So
don't ask me if I think it's true
That
communication can bring hope to those
Who have gone their separate ways