Do You Ever Think of Me At All?

DO YOU EVER THINK OF ME AT ALL?

I never knew.
You never told me what was wrong.
You closed your heart, and said good-bye; I never knew why.
And now that you're gone, I think of a reason everyday
to pick up the phone to say, "Hello," but I don't.
And the hard thing about all this?
What I lost is what I miss.
I wonder if I saw you today, how would I act, and what would I say?

I'd say,
"Hey, what's new?
You're looking fine.
I haven't seen you for sometime.
What have you been up to lately?
Yeah, I've been busy too.
I'm doin' well; I've got no complaints.
The girl I see now, she's a saint.
I hope there's someone special in your life who's loving you."
And as I make believe I'm happy, and pretend I don't recall
how many nights I sat alone with the
sound a teardrop makes when teardrops fall.
I wonder, do you ever think of me at all?
Do you ever think of me at all?

Sometimes I tell myself it's a waste of time.
It's a waste of my time to want you this way;
to need you this way; to love you this way.
But there's nothin' I can do about it. Oh, no.

And the sad thing about this pain?
What I've lost I can't regain.
I want so much to see you today.
To look in your eyes and say,
"Hey, what's new?
You're looking fine.
I haven't seen you for sometime.
What have you been up to lately?
Yeah, I've been busy too.
I'm doin' well; I've got no complaints.
The girl I see now, she's a saint.
I hope there's someone special in your life who's loving you."
And as I make believe I'm happy, and I pretend I don't recall
how many nights I sat alone with the
sound a teardrop makes when teardrops fall.
I wonder, do you ever think of me at all?
I wonder, do you ever think of me at all?
At all?