Why do you treat me so shabbily?
In a manner so nasty and cold
When once we were so happy
Hand in hand as lovers we'd stroll

Now I never seem to please you
No matter how hard I might try
Love me the way that you used to
For I shall love you until I die

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Maybe you will find this true
I'll go, for then you might wonder
And want me to come back to you