I keep thinking that I'm missing you,
But God knows that can't be true.
I must be missing a man's warm touch
Since I never loved you all that much.
Well, that wouldn't be quite fair to say;
I loved you then, and love you today,
And my love for you will never cease--
But I never felt that sense of peace.
Well, whatever the case might be,
Despite my current uncertainty,
I made my choice; and my stance
Is there's no place for a third chance.
After all this, I'm slowly learning
That all my tears and all my yearning
Cannot make things any better
When I am lonely to the letter.
Besides, this calculation must include
An unknown, moving factor: you.
I knew from the moment I made you cry,
It would never be worth another try.
Although you'll never hear, goodbye.