How do you think I copenClose my eyes and I go to sleepnI've always been a sensitive typenLost in love pain and desertionnBut you learn to live with these thingsnYou learn to live with these thingsnnHow do you think I feelnI can see tomorrow and it's making me illnWe can go on pretending it will be all rightnBut there's really no point in me staying the nightnYou learn to live with these thingsnLearn to live with these thingsnnMake up my own world one day in the futurenMAKE UP YOUR OWN WORLD