I stand here watching her stand there,
I watch her smile, her crimson hair.
Over there is where she is,
And I am here, but we're a pair.
A pair connected by my eyes,
And naught else; I simply stare.
I stare because it's all I have,
It's all I have and that's not fair.
So fair she is, and I so plain—
For me she could not ever care.
But I care for her so very much;
Perhaps I'll lay my feelings bare.
I bare my heart, she calls me creep,
Please wake me from this new nightmare