i probably knew all along that in my hour of need youd be gone im guessing you thought about it all then turned your back on me and lost your tongue isnt it a pity that when the night time comes theres no one in your arms isnt it a pity that i still cry for you but youre not coming home a weight sinking deep in my chest setting off the loaded charge lurking in the depths deep down i smoulder and seethe with unspoken pains and poisoned beliefs isnt it a pity that when the night time comes theres no one in your arms isnt it a pity that i still cry for you but youre not coming home in my hour of need you turned your back on me in my hour of need now all your fabled advice rings of emptiness and studied lines i have resolved to erase all the bitterness and venom in my veins isnt it a pity that when the night time comes theres no one in your arms isnt it a pity that i still cry for you but youre not coming home isnt it a pity that in my hour of need you turned your back on me isnt it a pity isnt it a pity