Spending these lonesome evenings

With nothing to do

But to live in dreams that I make up

Dreaming that you're beside me

I picture the prettiest stories

Only to wake up

What is the good of me by myself?

Why was I born?

Why am I living?

What do I get?

What am I giving?

Why do I want a thing

I daren't hope for?

What can I hope for?

I wish I knew

Why do I try

To draw you near me?

Why do I do I cry?

You never hear me