What have I done to hurt you?
I just wish that you would say,
but you turn your head, not speaking,
each time I pass your way.

Do you know how much it hurts me?
When I want to stop and chat,
and you just walk on by
things shouldn't be like that.

When the night is long and dark,
I sit alone and cold,
so can we meet and sort this out?
I'm fast becoming old.

I love you all so very much,
come round and have some tea
so I can smile at you once more.
Reach out and cuddle me.