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 on like this. I can’t I can’t I can’t stand losing. I can’t I can’t I can’t stand losing. I can’t I can’t I can’t. I can’t stand losing you. I can’t stand losing you. I can’t stand losing you. 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 I can’t I can’t stand losing. I can’t I can’t I can’t stand losing. I can’t I can’t I can’t stand losing. I can’t I can’t I can’t stand losing. I can’t I can’t I can’t stand losing. I can’t I can’t I can’t stand losing. 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 I can’t I can’t stand losing. I can’t I can’t I can’t stand losing. I can’t I can’t I can’t stand losing. I can’t I can’t I can’t stand losing. I can’t I can’t I can’t stand losing. I can’t I can’t I can’t stand losing...