I watch the sun go down on London town. I wait for the night voices to sound. I smell the pain upon the breath of the lost and lonely. I hear the thoughts that whisper in the hearts of all men. I'm the helpline operator and I'll spare you the time. I'm the intimate stranger. Your problems will be mine. Sometimes I wonder why he ever even had to tell me that he loved me. I feel like I seriously will never let go of him and that I will always wonder where I would be if I had him again. Would we still be perfectly happy? Or would everything be falling apart? Will I ever get to have him as mine again? Why did he have to be so busy? Why did he have to move away from my reach? It's like he totally shut me out of his life. Why do I have to stand this pain of knowing that one day, even if we are together, I will still have these memories? They will still linger forever in the back of my mind. No matter where I am. No matter what I think about. He's always on my mind. I can't let his memory go. I need to let it go. But I can't.