Can you see all of me? I am hiding, darling. Must you stay so far away? Won't you whisper something? You're going to leave me, you don't have to tell me, you don't have to tell me. You'll be unfaithful, probably on Thursday, probably on Thursday. Every day, every night leaves the same impression. All I need and all I want is a true confession. Each silent moment tells me the story, tells me the story. You'll be unfaithful, probably on Thursday, probably on Thursday. I've spent all my precious time hoping you will love me. You are trying hard to find ways to get rid of me. You never listen, you want to hurt me, you want to hurt me. You'll be unfaithful, possibly on Wednesday, probably on Thursday. You're going to leave me, you don't have to tell me, you don't have to tell me. You're going to leave me, possibly on Wednesday, probably on Thursday, possibly on Wednesday, probably on Thursday, probably on Thursday, probably on Thursday. Probably on Thursday.