Annie

I’m back now where I started
Lonely and broken hearted
How could you have meant a word you said to me?
Sorry I couldn’t be that guy you wanted so helpless
I’m confident, you’d say conceited
Oh, Annie, tell me something about his sensitivity
You know it all too well
Oh, Annie, tell me something about his sensitivity
You know it all too well
Who was there when you needed someone?
Cause I was there when you had no one
Is this how you show all of your thanks to me?
We used to sing on Sundays
My family came to your play
I brought you flowers and Judy Garland tapes
The pink pick is breaking
The one you gave me
And now it’s broken too