I cry for love I never had,
even when I was a little boy.
I dream many times about love,
that would make life a joy.
There's many days I see that love,
and I ask myself why not me?
I spend those days all alone,
and no one to see.
Is there any life for me to live,
if there is no friend.
I say many times there isn't,
and I wish someone would come again.
