Dear G,

Heard this song and well, it..................

Leave me dreaming on the bed, see you right back here tomorrow, for the next round.

Keep this scene inside your head, as the bruises turn to yellow, and the swelling goes down.

And if you're ever around,

in the city or the suburbs,

of this town,

Be sure to come around,

I'll be wallowing in sorrow, wearing a frown, like pierrot the clown.

Saw you crashing 'round the bay, never seen you act so shallow, or look so brown.

Remembered all the things you'd say, how your promises went hollow, as you threw me to the ground.

And if you're ever around,

in the backstreets or the alleys, of this town.

Be sure to come around,

I'll be wallowing in pity, wearing a frown,

like pierrot the clown.

When i dream, i dream of your lips,

when i dream, i dream of your kiss,

when i dream, i dream of your fists, your fists, your fists...

Leave me bleeding on the bed, see you right back here tomorrow, for the next round.

Keep this scene inside your head, as the bruises turn to yellow, and the swelling goes down..

And if you're ever around,

in the city or the suburbs, of this town,

be sure to come around,

I'll be wallowing in sorrow,

wearing a frown,

like pierrot the clown,

pierrot the clown,

pierrot the clown,

pierrot the clown,

pierrot the clown.

............it sort of reminds me of you/ us but I don't know why. I don't remember what happened between us. I know it hurt a lot (still does) but I don't remember things. Please get in touch and fill me in as there are so many holes in my memory. Soooo many holes. Including one in my heart, that won't be filled until you find me and explain everything.

G, I need you to find me now and help me. Because I can't take not knowing any more. I am ready. I am ready. I am ready. To know the truth about us, face the consequences and deal with the aftermath. I am ready.

Please forgive me for my moment of weakness, and just get back to me. The past is the past. Do you want me down on my knees and begging?

Come on, you know it's time we found each other. Together it will be so much better. We will be stronger. I can't take being this apart. I need you to hold my shaking hand. To wipe away my tears. To be my rock to lean on when my head starts spinning.

I realise now, where I've been going wrong. Ive been searching for my Tin Man, when actually you're all 3 of them combined; my strength, my courage and that piece of heart that will fill that hole you left. When are you going to come down, G?