How can something cease to be so suddenly?
In the morning when I wake up I'm one of us,
just to find when I turn it's only lonely me.
I think back through the night to find when I let you go
But you were never there at all.
You were never there, even when you were.
In my thoughts you're sitting next to me
Complaining about everything and everyone you see
And I'm smiling on the inside and I'm smiling on the out
Cause in my mind the only thing you want is to be is a part of we.
But you never did, not once and not at all.
You never wanted to, even when you did.
Sometimes I feel glad and want to tell,
Not the world at large or anyone.
Not the presidents or popes
The fiddler can go on the hot tin roof on his own.
He'll be fine.
The only one I want to tell is the you that isn't mine.
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