He had been her light,
At the end of a dark and lonely tunnel,
He had been her fight,
To end all that her did trouble,

But she was just a number to him,

He had been her reason to get up,
The reason that she dreamed,
The reason she’d stay up,
And the reason that she gleamed,

But she was just a number to him,

He had been her smile,
At the end of a dull and dreary day,
He had been that extra mile,
Before from everything she almost had walked away,

But she was just a number to him,

He had been the rainbow in her storm,
The sun in her cloudy sky,
He had been the fire that kept her warm,
And why feelings in her did not yet die,

But she was just a number to him,

She had been his newest achievement,
The he could not get,
And once he obtained her appeasement,
She became just a number whose name he would soon forget.