There are times in life
Where it throws you a curve ball...

Though separated
While standing apart I watch...

I see you in front of the mirror
And so often I'll watch you frown...

We fell in love with talking
Conversations through the night...

Please take me back
To the first day that we met...

Weeks have passed but I still wait
From morning and through the night...

If you were my portrait then I'd be your brush
Painting your colours so vivid and lush...

How do you expect, for me to move on?
You make me wither, to die like a rose...

Yes I would have made some time
But work would not allow...

I don't have much
Just a few things...

I saw my future
Without you while you were still...

This is a story about Beth and Bob
She was his princess and he her heartthrob...