He was 16, with nobody to talk to today.
Like every other day.

He would sit down at the table,
Tell himself that it's alright,
He was waiting on the day he hoped a lover would finally arrive,
He'd never be alone...
Have someone to hold.

And when nights were cold, he'd say:
The world's not perfect, but it's not that bad,
If we got each other, and that's all we have,
I will be your lover, and I'll hold your hand,
You should know I'll be there for you...

When the world's not perfect,
When the world's not kind,
If we have each other, then we'll both be fine,
I will be your lover, and I'll hold your hand...

You should know I'll be there for you.
...So where are you...?

You don't exist, do you?
No, you were just another imagination, just another dream of mine.
I should've knew,
After all, it's nothing new...
But still, it left me kinda blue...
All my life interest, flew
Out the window.

Oh, man... What a view!
Just look out there, all of what's come out of me, blowing in the wind.
It's beautiful... Isn't it?