It makes me lonely
It makes my very lonely
When I see you here, waitin¹ on
He makes me tired, he makes me very tired
And inside of me, limpes on
But you have your heart
Don¹t believe it, and you will find it
Waitin¹ on
Everything I said, oh, well I meant it
And inside my head, holdin¹ on
ŒCos if I died tonight
Would you hold my hand, no
Would you understand
And if I lived in spite
Would you still be there, no
Would you disappear
Surely must be you
But I don¹t make you lonely
I¹ll get over you
But I don¹t make you lonely |