• Being with you makes me whole
    Sitting with another soul

    I feel a barrier starting to form
    But I ignored it until I tore

    I saw what you wrote about me
    On the trunk of the willow tree

    There was nothing loving or caring
    I just stood there staring

    It was a note to another girl
    Telling her that she was his world

    I got out my phone book and started to pout
    And erased them both with my dreaded white-out