You call to say your missing me.
But never, ask how I feel.
When I'm beaten, I'm broke.
I'm out of my mind.
But learning to get on by fine.

To show I'm being lonely.
I get out of my head.
Last that I'll ever feel.
Not dealing with it well.

To show I'm Being Lonely,
I get out of my head.
Why would you want to love somebody,
And love her to the end.

(seriously, tbh, this is how i feel inside.........)