I fall to pieces
Each time I see you again
I fall to pieces
How can I be just your friend?
You want me to act like we've never kissed
You want me to forget (to forget)
Pretend we've never met (never met)
And I've tried and I've tried, but I haven't yet
You walk by and I fall to pieces
I fall to pieces
Each time someone speaks your name (speaks your name)
I fall to pieces
Time only adds to the flame
You tell me to find someone else to love
Someone who'll love me too (love me too)
The way you used to do (used to do)
But each time I go out with someone new
You walk by and I fall to pieces
You walk by and I fall to pieces
Have to tell this story! This song makes me remember this! When I was a kid in the 60s, we lived next door to a family with a little girl with special needs -- we'll call her Joanne (not her real name). She was my age but really mentally younger. She had a doll she named Darryl that she treated like a real baby. Joanne did everything for that doll, and had real diapers for it and all. Finally her mother felt she was TOO attached and made her give the doll to me! I was about 13 and maybe a little too old, but I took it. Then the next day through the open window of our homes I heard Joanne belting out "I Fall to Pieces" by Patsy Cline. (And she could really sing!) It broke my heart and I gave the doll back, telling her mom that she loved that doll too much to just give it away. She took it back and Joanne was happy again. Believe it or not, Joanne and I are still in touch to this day even though on opposite sides of the country. She grew up and through the of help her family has been able to live and work on her own for many years.
It is amazing--I'm a 68 year old Black Man, who grew up with Motown. I don't know how I got exposed to Patsy Cline, but I was--and I an damn sure glad that I was exposed to her. I don't know what it is, but I love her voice and it touches me deep in my heart when I hear her sing. I love hearing her voice.