Without You

February 1994

I think about you every single moment.
I feel so blue every single day.
Your feelings are true: you don’t love me.
But I love you; that’s how it should be.
I want to tell you who I really am,
but what can it do? You don’t give a damn!
Life’s so unfair! Its stingy hands are rejoicing.
We’ll part as strangers, but how will the loving?
I want to explode! Oh, but what can I do?
It’s really unfair to live without you.