I was that Dreamer, sitting near you,
back in our School days, class of  '92.
I know you never noticed each time you looked around,
the smile on my face that was greeeting your frown.

I was the outcast, the loser, the freak,
while you were so popular each day of the week.
I'll never forget the pain you caused me,
by pointing and laughing. Just let me be!

Through all this, my love endured,
with a heart so true and a soul so pure.
I'll never understand what made you change,
from laughter and mirth to anger and rage.

I'm wishing somehow I could take it all back,
reset the clock, return down that track.
The way you said "I love you dear,"
the thoughts in my head didn't seem clear.

I so deeply wish I had recited to you,
the way I feel now, all unhappy and blue.
Lord please help me set this record straight,
I love him so badly, yet I fear it's too late.

What must I do to win back his heart,
so different now, I know not where to start.
Please give me some guidance, I'm begging of you,
to help this poor Dreamer from the class of '92.