I've called you so many times today And I guess it's all true what your girl-friends say That you don't ever want to see me again And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten I guess you'd call it cowardice But I'm not prepared to go on like this I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing you I can't stand losing you I can't stand losing you I can't stand losing you I see you sent my letters back And my L.P. records and they're all scratched I can't see the point in another day When nobody listens to a word I say You can call it lack of confidence But to carry on living doesn't make no sense I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing I guess this is our last goodbye And you don't care, so I won't cry But you'll be sorry when I'm dead And all this guilt will be on your head I guess you'd call it suicide But I'm too full to swallow my pride I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing I can't, I can't... (repeat to fade)