What Don't You Get

Haven't I said too much?
Haven't I said enough?
What don't you get?

I brought your letters home
I read them all alone
They kept me up all night
I stop to dry my eyes
Your words, they make me cry
'Cause I remember you well

It's too late to go back there
To what we used to have Dear
It's all in the past
'Cause I'm with someone new
And she sees my point of view
And I hate to break it to you