From day to day
I sit and think of you
Wondering, where are you,
What are you doing
Or who you’re with.

When we broke up
I never thought it would be like this
I thought it would hurt for a while
Then I’d forget
But it isn’t like that at all.

I call you on the phone
Most of the time
You’re not at home
When I do get a hold of you
You hardly talk to me.

You say you would like to see me
But you never show
And you never call
So I sit at home
Feeling down, waiting for you.

I don’t know why you do this to me
Is it that you’re punishing me
For what has happened
Or is it that you just don’t care
How I feel?

Maybe one day I’ll forget
Forget everything that we went through
All the good times we spent together
But most of all, how much I loved you
And start a new life.
© Christine Bertie 1979