He Doesn't Need Me Anymore


How many hearts has he been stealing?
The way he stole my heart
How many hearts has he been breaking?
The way he broke my heart
I wonder, I wonder, I wonder
But I really don’t want to know.

Now I am standing here all alone,
No more telephone calls
to drive my blues away,
to wake me in the middle of my sleep,
No one to wipe my tears,
No one to keep me warm,
No one to make me strong.


You lifted me high and let me fall in the abyss,
How do I fly now when I have lost
the wind beneath my wings?
What am I to do?
Wish it could be like before,
But he doesn’t need me anymore.

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