I hate the way you look at me
And the way you sometimes stare...

When people cry they count their tears
to see what each one means...

There was a time I thought of you
almost every minute of the day...

You are my someone
to hold tight at night...

You linger by almost everyday
but never notice my eyes...

The dark tears in her sleep
hit her like a bat on a baseball...

This lonely feeling is coming over me
I don't know what it is or where it came from...