| I’ve an ache in my heart over you
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| It’s an ache that I’ve tried to subdue
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| I don’t think you care, though
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| You’re not that kind
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| And nothing would change if you knew…
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| At all… nothing at all…
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| I’m on my own in the frozen snow
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| You don’t know where
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| I’m growing old in the bitter cold
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| But don’t care 'bout that at all
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| Your words get crueler
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| Words as cold as ice to me
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| Why can’t you be nice to me?
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| It’s not that hard to be
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| You’ll die alone in a mobile home
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| With no-one there
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| You try to please all the ones who squeeze you
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| And you push away the ones who care
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| I’m tearing my hair out
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| Trying to stick around for you
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| You wear me out sometimes
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| You really do
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| This ache…
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| This ache in my heart… |