Nobody knows, nobody cares if I'm lonesome.
Nobody sighs, nobody cries if I'm blue.
It seems that night after night 
I sit alone and twiddle my thumbs.
But still I keep right on hoping, keep the door open
But [bad word] 
Ain't it a crime kisses of mine are just wasted
Since I'm so blue, I'm singing "what will I do?"
Like a play-thing on the shelf
Guess I'll have to be by myself.
Nobody knows, nobody cares if I'm blue.

Nobody knows, nobody cares if I'm lonesome.
Nobody sighs, nobody cries if I'm blue.
I sit at home constantly, [bad word] is just the four walls.
But still I keep right on hoping, keep the door open
But nobody calls.
Ain't it a crime kisses of mine are just wasted?
Since I'm so blue, I'm singing "what will I do?"
When [bad word] to happiness,
Guess I'll have to settle for less,
Nobody knows, nobody cares if I'm blue...