I'll start from the beginning, where I first heard of you.
I could dream of meeting, but I didn't think it would come true.
Happily we arranged, but sadly you declined,
And now I don't know what to do.

I used to write you letters, and hope you would reply.
Sometimes in life it's not as we expect, I didn't think it would be like this.
I imagined myself calling, smiling at the thought with cold aspirations,
But now I don't know what to do.

And as you lay there, still as can be,
I knew we could never truly meet.
Maybe in another life I could keep you safe.
But just for now I'll watch from here and hold on to the idea of hope.

Moving further on with life is sometimes harder than it seems,
Especially when you start to question "what does life really mean?"
I'll tell you now, from my experience, you never really know.
What you have is meaningless until you have to let it go.