Pickin’ Up the Pieces Paul Anka

Here we go again pickin' up the pieces
Counting up to ten while the pain increases
Let's make the exit slow
Why must a good thing go?

Let's confess
Oh, what's the use of loneliness?
'Cause when the pact is more or less
We need each other

When a memory starts, it never ever ceases
Let's pick up the parts, all the little pieces
One thing I surely know:
I still love you so

Can't you see
You'll always be the one for me?
We've got to face reality
That's the way it's gotta be

Can't you see
You'll always be the one for me?
We've got to face reality
That's the way it's gotta be

Apart and lonely, baby