I sit in front of a computer screen
waiting for my love...
He must be really busy,
because he hasn't logged on.
I wish he would remember me
and come online to talk
for the demons are awake tonight
and playing with my heart.
They tell me that he is not real,
and I am just being played a fool.
But then again, they might be wrong,
because I just listened to our song.
I try in vain to block them out,
and still I wonder as I sit here and pout.
I say to myself,
as a single tear slips down my cheek.
Where are you my love?
I am waiting for you to speak.