I'm glad that you can't see me darling,
I'm glad you didn't write or call.
You would have seen how much I'm changing;
I'm just not coping well at all.
Sorry if I hurt you darling,
But that's the way the dice fall;
In a spin with the devil driving,
I'm just not coping well at all.
They tell me life begins at forty;
Well, if that's true, I hope time crawls,
For on the downward slide from thirty,
I'm just not coping well at all.
Dreams all gone and lovers leaving,
Battles lost beyond recall,
No heroes left I can believe in;
I'm just not coping well at all.
Look at my life: it's turning away from me,
And I've not become the man that I once hoped I'd be.
Look at my life: it's just an empty sham,
All that trouble and pain just to be what I am.
The house is quiet since you left me,
There's no love within its walls;
Only the lonesome sound of empty
Into the silence falls.
Other men can lose their lovers,
Bounce back like a rubber ball;
I'm just not like those others,
I'm just not coping well at all.
Look at my life: it's turning away from me,
And I've not become the man that I once hoped I'd be.
Look at my life: it's just an empty sham,
All that trouble and pain just to be what I am.
The house is quiet since you left me,
There's no love within its walls;
Only the lonesome sound of empty
Into the silence falls.
Other men can lose their lovers,
Bounce back like a rubber ball;
I'm just not like those others,
I'm just not coping well at all.
I'm just not like those others,
I'm just not coping well at all.