Here I stand head in hand. Turn my face to the wall. If she's gone I can't go on. Feeling two foot small. Everywhere people stare. Each and every day. I can see them laugh at me. And I hear the
Here I stand head in hand. Turn my face to the wall. If she's gone I can't go on. Feeling two foot small. Everywhere people stare. Each and every day. I can see them laugh at me. And I hear the
