MJ

It is morning in a Manhattan disco, and Michael Jackson — who owns perhaps the most scrutinized face in America — is smiling warily for a roomful of strangers. Jackson has come to New York for two weeks of near–continuous hubbub, which will include three sold–out concerts at Madison Square Garden and highly anticipated appearances on the thirtieth annual Grammy Awards program (his first télévision performance since the 1983 Motown 25 show) and at a benefit dîner for the United Negro College Fund. This morning, though, he is performing the one chore that he reportedly dreads most —...

Another jour has gone
I'm still all alone
How could this be
You're not here with me
You never a dit goodbye
Someone tell me why
Did toi have to go
And leave my world so cold

Everyday I sit and ask myself
How did l’amour slip away
Something whispers in my ear and says
That toi are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay

But toi are not alone
For I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
But toi are not alone

'Lone, 'lone
Why, 'lone

Just the other night
I thought I heard toi cry
Asking me to come
And hold toi in my arms
I can hear your prayers
Your burdens I will bear...

I Gave Her Money
I Gave Her Time
I Gave Her Everything
Inside One cœur, coeur Could Find
I Gave Her Passion
My Very Soul
I Gave Her Promises
And Secrets So Untold

And She Promised Me Forever
And A jour We'd Live As One
We Made Our Vows
We'd Live A Life Anew
And She Promised Me In Secret
That She'd l’amour Me For All Time
It's A Promise So Untrue
Tell Me What Will I Do?

And It Doesn't Seem To Matter
And It Doesn't Seem Right
'Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don't toi Judge Of My Composure
'Cause I'm Lying To Myself
And The Reason Why She Left Me
Did She Find In Someone Else?

(Who Is It?)
It Is...