| Well, if you hadn’t’ve left me alone |
| I wouldn’t be in such a state |
| If you’d stuck around just a bit |
| I’m sure you’d have seen things my way |
| Now all I have is a photograph at home |
| And you’re miles and miles away |
| If I ever met up with you |
| I’m sure we’d be different as night and day |
| You think what’s troubling me is just sentimentality |
| But you’re wrong, I’ve never felt this way before |
| About anybody else I’ve ever known before |
| And this true love is breaking my heart |
| And it’s true, love is breaking my heart |
| How can I picture you now |
| When you have been gone for such a long time? |
| I must look silly to you now |
| But still I try and I try and I try |
| You think what’s troubling me is just sentimentality |
| But you’re wrong, I’ve never felt this way before |
| About anybody else I’ve ever known before |
| And this true love is breaking my heart |
| And it’s true, love is breaking my heart |