Though it's me that's on fire not this cigarette. I was stabbed in the back by that young suffragette. And what do I care if she leaves me alone. If I need somebody I'll pick up the phone. I'll put on my good face clean up the flat. I'm starting all over good bye to all that. Put on some music and pour out a drink. I'll go back to bed and I'll try not to think. Someone to talk to Someone to talk to. Someone to talk to Someone to talk to. Someone to talk to Someone to talk to. Someone to talk to Someone to talk to. Someone to talk to Someone to talk to. She was a person I just couldn't see. And I tried to make her what she couldn't be. We tried and we tried but of course in the end. I drove her crazy and right 'round the bend. Now it's too much to just sit here and cry. I can't be seen with a tear in my eye. Why am I standing right next to the phone?. When I kept on saying I must be alone. Someone to talk to Someone to talk to. Someone to talk to Someone to talk to. Someone to talk to Someone to talk to. Someone to talk to Someone to talk to. Someone to talk to Someone to talk to. I love you why didn't I say that before. I guess that it's safe now she's walked through the door. It's hard when you know that you've got to go on. Feeling so weak and pretending you're strong. I didn't see her I only felt me. And one day I'll learn just which part of me bleeds. Now that she's gone I know she was great. But I fucked it up and now it's too late. Someone to talk to Someone to talk to. Someone to talk to Someone to talk to. Someone to talk to Someone to talk to. Someone to talk to Someone to talk to. Someone to talk to Someone to talk to. Por Nelson Portela