He has stayed with me. I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.

Think you're going to make me cry,

Make me cry, make me cry.

Think I'm going to wonder why,

Didn't I, pass you by.

Your mind is always changing.

You say so all the time.

Don't know how long you're staying.

That will be your choice, not mine.

Think you're going to make me run,

Make me run, make me run.

Think I'm glad that I'm still young,

Now you've begun to have your fun.

Your eyes are always straying.

You want whatever's far.

I hear the words you're saying.

I'm' learning you, by heart.

I will know you, by heart.

Think you're going to take your time,

Drink your wine, move on to mine.

Music plays, the singer sways,

And you can say – you always move in time.