Spending these lonesome evenings. With nothing to do. But to live in dreams that I make up. All by myself. . Dreaming that you're beside me. I picture the prettiest stories.
Why was I born?. Why am I livin'?. What do I get?. What am I givin'?. . Why do I want for things. I dare not hope for?. What can I hope for?. I wish I knew.