What Becomes of the Broken Hearted?

& this is for you, you must know it’s for you, what else can I think about?
I knocked on your door until my fingers were sore, although I’d guessed you
were out
& what do I need? is it hunger or greed that has brought me here?
& what will I find? aren’t we two of a kind?
Oh I take back everything, I didn’t mean a thing
& when you pull the strings I don’t think you feel a thing
Don’t forget what I say, we can be back in one day, we can borrow your mother’s
car
Don’t sing me that song, I’ve been here for too long
Oh you couldn’t have looked that far, did you look very far?
I seem to recall you said nothing at all the day that this letter came
It must have been sent by the friend of a friend, oh now I forget his name,
I’m really not to blame!
& when you pull the strings i don’t think you feel a thing
Oh do you feel a thing?
& when you pull the strings i don’t think you feel a thing