What Use

What use to me is your body If your mind is off elsewhere What use to me are your kisses If you really do not care What use to me are your promises That you don’t intend to keep I might as well get wasted And go and fall asleep What use to me are the photographs That you dared to share with me You never meant to stay that long This now I plainly see What use are all the memories Deep inside my head Of good times we were making I might as well be dead What use are tears on pillows Or aching in my heart They would not stop you leaving We would still end up apart I’ll harden up the next time Won’t let my feelings free Sorry if I seem so distant I’ve been hurt before you see