I´ve called you so many times today
And I guess it´s all true what your girlfriends say
That you don´t ever want to see me again
And your brother´s going to kill me and he´s six feet ten

I guess you´d call it cowardice
but i´m not prepared to go and like this

I can´t stand losing you...

I see you´ve sent my letters back
And my LP records and they´re all scratched
I can´t see the point in another day
When nobody listens to a word I say

You can call it lack of confidence
But to carry on living doesn´t make no sense

I can´t stand losing you...

I guess this is our last goodbye
And you don´t care so I won´t cry
But you´ll be sorry when I´m dead
And all this guilt will be on your head

I guess you´d call it suicide
But I´m too full to swallow my pride

I can´t stand losing you...