How does one do it
The one you love...

I wish I could touch your face
I wish I could touch your hand...

He laid with her...
he held her in his arms...

He sits back watching...
Everyone around happy...

All he wants...
He can not have...

He had his dreams...
She had her dreams...

Why do they always run to the bad guys...
They never see the nice guy right in front of...

He sits in the back watching...
watching as they play games...

As he sits caressing her face...
Putting her to sleep...

How could they know
No one could know...

Death all around him
What is he to think...

He wiped away the tears...
tears running down her face...