There\'s a blot on the page, where I tried to write
to tell you just whats on my mind
but i got all choked up, and the hurt came out
started falling down from my eyes
how can a little word like sorry say how ashamed i feel inside
or the three little words i love you tell of all the times i cried
when i call you up my pride won\'t let me show
what i really ought to say out loud
ask you how ya been and i\'m worrying
is some other guy feeling so proud
you sound so cold on my telephone my fire gets all put out
inside i know i\'m really dying when we start to holler and shout
can it be i\'m wrong theres no chance that we
could now ever really get along
what we had is done, no blood from a stone
tread a separate path from now on
but why do i feel such hurting wondering are you there feeling it too
i think i\'ll write it all down in a letter and send it with my heart for you
but there\'s a blot on the page where i tried to write
to tell you just whats on my mind
yes i got all choked up and the hurt came out
started falling down from my eyes
how can a little word like sorry say how ashamed i feel inside
or three little words i love you tell of all the times i cried