Shame.

Well there’s three versions of this story : mine, yours and then the truth.
And we can put it down to circumstance, our childhood, then our youth
Out of some sentimental gain I wanted you to feel my pain, but it came back return to sender.
I read your mind and tried to call, my tears could fill the Albert Hall, is this the sound of sweet surrender?

WHAT A SHAME WE NEVER LISTENED!