How sad it is to know
I'll never hear from you.
I'll never get to sit and talk
The way we used to do.

How said it is to know
You'll not be coming home,
And being here without you
Only makes me feel more alone.

How said it is to know
That time will still pass by;
The moon will rise at night
And the sun will rise high in the sky.

How sad it is to know
Others have shared my pain;
They've lost loved ones of their own,
Yet somehow they love again.

How sad it is to know
I'll never hear from you.
I'll never get to sit and talk
The way we used to do.