In the pocket of my jacket there’s a check that I must cash,
in the pocket of my blue jeans there’s a note that I must trash,
in the locket round my neck there is a photo torn in two,
and on my heart there burns a message that was written there by you.
These words that you wrote to me, where they all your very own,
or where they written by a robot with a heart made out of stone,
did you really mean to hurt me, was this just another game,
and if I ask you once again, now, will your answer be the same?
In my dreams we build a tower, I watched it as it crashed,
of my life you made a garden, and now it’s all been smashed,
you say that I have hurt you, can’t you see you hurt me too,
please don’t say goodbye to me now, while I’m still in love with you.