I make my living with paper and pencil, and an old guitar   I use melody and words that rhyme to tug at other's hearts   But mine is still too tender, to put her on a page   'Cause I'd have to remember the day she went away      I can't write that, I'd have to sing it   And if I sung it, I'd have to live it   And if I lived it, it would kill me   'Cause she ain't ever comin' back   And that's too sad, I can't write that      I know memories last forever whenever you put 'em in a song   But I can't take the chance that this one would be a big one   And they'd play it on and on, 'cause when it comes to her love   I get choked up and break down, these feelings are just to much   To share with you right now      And I can't write that, I'd have to sing it   And if I sung it, I'd have to live it   And if I lived it, it would kill me   'Cause she ain't ever comin' back   And that's so sad, I can't write that      She ain't ever comin' back   And that's too sad, I can't write that