Three years of my life have gone by;
as I think back on all the strife;
it makes me want to cry.

Just thinking about everything I once had, 
and now is gone;
for, I'm no longer just a lad.

I remember a time;
when there was no crime.

I wish I could say everything's going to be okay;
but, for everything there is a price to pay.

When I found out Tommy died from cancer;
I thought of all the times he told me, 
I would make a great dancer.

He was supposed to marry me some day;
if only there was another way.

I can't go on anymore;
the pain and aching makes my heart so sore.

If there's anyone who cares at all;
please, give me a call.

Each day I think about suicide;
but, what's the use in it;
for my soul has already died.

The love we once had for each other seems to be...
nothing more than a shattered dream.