Tell me, my dear, why do you run?
Are you simply tired of having fun?
Is it perhaps you are just too blind to see,
That you could live out your fantasies with me?
After all of this time and all of the pain,
You would just give it all up, with so much to gain.
It is so hurtful and sad for me to even think,
That your dreams now only live within paper and ink.
