Have you ever said a prayer, that your dream would come true
but it never did and this fact has left you blue.
Your dreams turn to lust and lust to obsession
and every one knows where that leads, it leads to depression.
The more I think about your love, I know it will never be, for when I look into your eyes someone else I see.
I want to scream I want to cry but none of this will help, I wish that I could be with you every second we have left.
I know your time is short and you will leave me soon, and I know I'll never see you face again
and this fact has left me blue.