If you really loved me  Like you say you do  You wouldn't put me through  half the things like you do.  Sometimes you make me feel like there  is nothing else.  Then you leave me in this cold place   looking for help.  It used to be free  but the price went up, like everything else  I have nothing left to sell  In the boot sale in hell.  When I lost my address book  I also lost my friends  But I know you'll always want me  If I ever make it again. But as fornow  I'm content with my stories, and my memory  serves me well, there's a distant face  lives in Camden, says to drip by  I might as well. I have nothing more  left to say.  I'll just curl up in my memories  and quietly fade away.