I can be the trunk of the tree

with the other branches weaker than me,

but that is only if I want to be

only, if I want to be.

There's nothing more that I want to be,

Than be a singer with no-one listening to me.

Except that one person who wants to hear,

Hear my truth and watch my tear

Fall acquiescently down my face

As I move through the fair

In the chorus that I don't dare

Sing loudly in case people stare,

Stare at my heartbreak.

Are they staring at my heartbreak?

They're staring at my heartbreak

Time for a five minute break...

These people don't understand romantic ache?