What Becomes of the Broken Hearted?

And this is for you You must know it's for you What else can I think about? I knocked on your door Until my fingers were sore Although I'd guessed you were out And what do I need? Is it hunger or greed That has brought me here? And what will I find? Aren't we two of a kind? Oh I take back everything I didn't mean a thing And when you pull the strings I don't think you feel a thing Don't forget what I say We can be back in one day We can borrow your mother's car Don't sing me that song I've been here for too long Oh you couldn't have looked that far Did you look very far? I seem to recall You said nothing at all The day that this letter came It must have been sent By the friend of a friend Oh now I forget his name I'm really not to blame! And when you pull the strings I don't think you feel a thing Oh do you feel a thing? And when you pull the strings I don't think you feel a thing