Too Much Time On My Hands

Since you walked out the door,
 left my heart on the floor,
 I've got far too much time on my hands
 The more I saw the more I wish that I'd been blind
 The more I think I think I'm sure
 you must have lost your mind
 The more I heard the more I wish that I'd been deaf
 'Cos lately I've been having
 conversations with myself
 The real trouble starts
 When I can't decide whose side I should be on
 All that I do... All that I do
 All that I see... All that I see
 All that I touch... All that I touch
 Touches me... Is all that touches me
 and all that I have... Oh... and all that I have is
 all that you've given to me
 Since you walked out the door,
 left my heard on the floor,
 I've got far too much time on my hands
 The more I've learned the less I want to know the truth
 I find it hard to understand the pleasure of abuse
 The more I'm shown the less I want to be revealed
 I'd rather keep it secret
 than to show the scars have healed
 I'd rather just pretend you don't exist,
 convince myself that life goes on
 All that I do... All that I do
 All that I see... All that I see
 All that I touch... All that I touch
 Touches me... Is all that touches me
 and all that I have... Oh... and all that I have is
 all that you've given to me
 Since you walked out the door,
 left my heard on the floor,
 I've got far too much time on my hands
 Since you kissed me good bye,
 Left me empty inside,
 I've got far too much time on my hands