If you were a book,
I'd read you again.

If you were a ride,
I'd wait in line.

If you were my dream,
I'd never awaken.

If you were a star,
I'd never look down.

If you were a flower,
I'd never look up.

If you were mine,
I don't know what I'd do;
But I'd do it.

She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.

Oh how I wish, I could have chose another
Nights like these,
are the times you act like a disease
First, you make me sick like an anemic
and around you, all I feel is fatigue
Tired of the endless days,
Where I have to stay
and console away
because you two cannot act like parents.
It is apparent that after twenty-five years
the tears running down my face are still the same.
Just like the shame I have,
when you two can't behave