What will I do without you?
What can I say that's not been said?
We tried our best, but it was futile,
I wanted love, but lost my head.
And you lost yours, don't say you didn't,
We called a truce, but it was a war;
I don't wish to be in battle,
That isn't what love is or for.
What will I do without you?
I have left you standing in the rain;
But I had to leave, don't you see?
I was a casualty of your great pain.
I'm sure you felt the same of me,
Love's not a one-way street;
But bruised and battered as we are,
it's better we don't meet.
What will I do without you?
I won't weep or whine;
Here's what I'll do without you,
...I''ll do just fine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem