It seems to me that there are more hearts broken in the world that can't be mended, left unattended. What do we do? What do we do? - Gilbert O'Sullivan

Who was it that came to see you
when there was no one else in sight?
And who was it that stayed over an hour
(and not as I'd expected, overnight)?
It was me, and I'll tell you why:
Oh, I did it because of my
pure unabashed devotion to loving
(pure unabashed devotion to loving)
you, you, you, you.
Who was it that caught you falling?

Why after all these years we've been together
must you behave as if we'd hardly ever spoken,
let alone met?
It seems that you're happy as long as I'm upset.
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Is it that you don't love me? Oh why?
Have you just had enough of me?
Oh why do I always have cry myself to sleep
seven days a week?

I have just one regret in life:
that chance I wasted when you said goodbye.
And to be honest, at the time,
though I could see, I must have been blind.
Oh what I'd give to have you back,
relive those moments once again,
I'd take your hand and we would fly,
Just you and me, my love and I.