I'm tired of sitting at my letter-box
Waiting for a letter that never arrives
Another morning and the postman walks by
Another morning I go inside and cry
How funny, you said you would write every day
I foolishly believed that you would
Looking back I realise the mistake that I made
Because I knew you never could
Farewell the letters that you promised me
A beating heart within every line
I'm not waiting with baited breath any more
You can waste your time, but not mine
