I find it hard, hard to let go
And you are entitled to know
You have brought nothing else but bliss
A great deal of frustration
Voluntary occupation
Driving me insane and off the wall

And we were free to choose each other
Now it seems like something other
Have you placed me where I stand?
We turned caring, like a mother
Afraid to lose each other
It got us this far
Now problems are:

I have no bags to pack
No suitcase waiting in the hall