Gilbert O'sullivan

In a little while from now,
If I'm not feeling anyless sour ,
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top will throw myself off,
In an effort to make it clear to who
Ever what it's like when you're shattered.
Left standing in the lurch at a church,
Where people saying 'my God
that's tough she's stood him up
No point in us remaining-
We may as well go home'.
As I did on my own.
Alone again, naturally.
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay,
Looking forward to- well who wouldn't do
The role I was about to play.
But as if to knock me down,
Reality came around.
And without so much
As a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God in his mercy
Who if he really does exist,
Why did he desert me in my hour of need?
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally.
It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that can't be mended.
Left unattended
What do we do?
What do we do?
Alone again, naturally.
Now looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears.
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears.
And at sixty-five years old
My mother God rest her soul.
Couldn't understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken,
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken,
Despite encouragement from me no words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally.
Alone again, naturally.