Song Description

Someone who can't handle being alone while their ex is getting on with life

Lyrics

There?s no make-up on the dresser,
No lipstick by the bed.
There?s just an empty pillow,
Where she used to lay her head.
Each time I reach out for her,
She?s nowhere to be found.
There?s only emptiness beside me,
No voice, to make a sound.

(Chorus)
Don?t tell me that she?s doing fine,
Don?t say she?s doing well.
Each time I hear about her,
It sends my heart to Hell.
You can tell me that the world will end
And I?ll agree with that
But don?t say that she?s doing fine,
?Cos I can?t handle that.

Whatever it was that made her go,
Where-ever she has gone.
I need her to forgive me,
Or else, I can?t go on.
My friends all talk about her,
When they cross my welcome mat.
I have to say ?don?t do it tho?,
?Cos I can?t handle that.

(Chorus)

She?s entitled to her happiness,
After what I put her thru?.
Entitled to a life away from me.
But I don?t need to know,
That she is getting by so well,
?Cos that?s the sort of news I?ll bristle at.
(Why can?t she be unhappy, just like me?)
Because I simply can not handle that.

(Chorus)

©2006 Ron Myers