At night I dream of you and me,   I hope it's true that dream is destiny,      I sit here,   All in my lonesome,   Waiting for someone,   Anyone to come,   And tell me,   I have caught your eye,   And the presence of each other,   Makes us fee alive,      And you look beautiful enough,   With your hair up,   But when you wear it down,   I find it impossible to frown,      They say the truth will set you free,   But I don't want to believe in that when,   The truth is that this might never be,      I have a plan,   To slit my throat,   And kill out any pain of neglect you might give,   And maybe get you to notice me,   laying on the floor,   And find out my name,      I don't know where these feelings come from,   I just know they feel so right,   When I have you in my sight,   So please don't turn off the lights,   Please turn around,   please turn around,   I'm sitting in the back of the room,