I wanna tell you that I'd wait for you,
Yet how will you know for I can't tell you
I can feel and dream you every night,
But nobody knows that due to my fright.
I wish I could say this out loud,
But unlike other girls, I'm a bit proud.
I miss you every hour of the day,
Knowing that you're pretty faraway...
Oh, my God, help me out,
Guide him to me or blot him out!