Believe in me
Don't let me down,
I can hear a voice
But I can't hear a sound.
Don't hide behind
A book of romance,
About the love
That we once knew.
Don't talk to me
Don't turn off
The bedside lamp.
Don't alter the conversation
We're not having,
Because you're tired
And you have cramp in your leg.
Why don't you talk?
Are your lips sewn together?
Is it that you have another headache?
That's a joke or is it the weather?
I get more love from the dog
At least he greets me at the door,
It's like living with a lump of stone
I can't go on like this anymore.
The sorrow of the situation
Was, that she had been gone
This last twenty odd years
Her place had been taken by a doll.
Which he spoke to every night
So that he could protect his fears,
Of having to live without her love
He always went to sleep at night.
With her in his arms and tears
When he woke in the morning
He would even make her some tea
And kiss her goodbye before work.
He didn't have anybody else
And as the years went by,
He lost his poor old dog
He then gave up and wouldn't try.
They found him in his bed
With his arms wrapped round dolly,
He had died from a broken heart
And went up to heaven to join
His wife and his dear old Border Collie.
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