Well, I read it.
I'm so pooh-stabank.
It's so hard to tell when you both feel the pain.
After the years have come and gone,
The struggle to forget you will have just begun.
We had our ups and downs,
but one thing's for sure,
No one will ever love you more.
There's no time for talk,
and there's no place for tears,
And there's no reason to wonder that they're all of these years.
Sure, we had some good times,
so who's to blame?
It's so hard to tell when you both feel the pain.
Well, I read it.
I read it in town,
in the melancholy news.
The front page story is our love is through.
The hand of time is cold,
I can't stand to hear the truth.
Somehow I won't believe it till I've heard it from you.
There's no time for talk,
and there's no place for tears,
And there's no reason to wonder that they're all of these years.
Sure, we had some good times,
so who's to blame?
It's so hard to tell when you both feel the pain.
There's no time for talk,
and there's no place for tears,
And there's no reason to wonder that they're all of these years.
Sure, we had some good times,
so who's to blame?
It's so hard to tell when you both feel the pain.
There's no time for talk,
and there's no place for tears,
And there's no reason to wonder that they're all of these years.
Sure, we had some good times, so who's to blame?
It's so hard to tell when you both feel the pain.
There's no time for talk,
and there's no place for tears,
And there's no reason to wonder that they're all of these years.
Sure, we had some good times,
so who's to blame?
It's so hard to tell when you both feel the pain.
There's no time for talk,
and there's no place for tears,
And there's no reason to wonder that they're all of these years.