It's early in the morning
And the sun's too weak to rise
I'm stuck here with a memory
Of the indifference in your eyes.

Yes it was just a dream,
But more like a nightmare
For the one that I do truly love
Has never really cared.

Now I wake religiously
At 3:13 am
Your voice still ringing in my ears
With what you told me then.

"I never really cared for you,
Your heart's as cold as ice.
To ever be in love with you
Would be playing with the dice."

I tried to reason with you
That love was not a game
And you said all that you could say
To put my heart to shame.

Now every night at 9:00
Before I go to sleep
I set the alarm to 3:13
So for my lost love I can weep.