This is my bleak and lonesome hell
I will miss you so, but I can't tell
I can't tell you what is on my mind
and soon you'll leave me behind

This is not a lie, this is true
What have I ever felt
when not feeling you?
This is not fantasy, this is true
What on earth will I do
when not doing it with you?

This is not a lie, this is true
What have I ever had
that compares to you?
This is not fantasy, this is true
What the hell am I thinking
when not thinking of you?