I Can't Break the News to Myself - Ben E. King

From January to March I’ll tell the world

The icy winds make me cry.

From April Fools Day to June I’ll tell the world

My tears are rain — Oh, what I lie!

I just can’t tell the world,

I can’t tell them that I’ve lost you,

Oh, no I can’t —

'Cause I can’t break the news to myself.

From July to September I’ll tell the world

The burning sun has me down.

From October thru December I’ll tell the world

We don’t date 'cause I’m snow bound.

I just can’t tell the world,

I can’t tell them that I’ve lost you,

Oh no, I can’t —

'Cause I can’t break the news to myself.