When you walked out on me long ago,
I felt that life and living would never agree with me.
When you never returned, I felt so low.
I couldn't see and without you I couldn't be.
Fifteen years from that day, now I know sorrow.
I've had plenty of time to simmer in its pot.
I wish I could, but more time I cannot borrow.
Life right now is life how I couldn't have thought.
Won't you please return to me one day soon?
I promise that things will be much different now.
I promise that I'll no longer act like the biggest buffoon.
And never again as now will I beg or stoop so low.