I sit here in the corner,
pen and pad in hand.
As I wait to be inspired,
my mind goes straight to you.
You're not someone I know,
and I don't think that we've met.
You're simply simply someone in my head,
just someone to fill the void.
I see you in my dreams,
you're what keeps me asleep.
In the daylight you're not real,
at least, not for me.
I don't know what your name is.
I can't say where your from.
I don't know why you bother with me,
other then in dreams I matter.
So the hour is late,
and my mind is running slow.
I'll see you in my sleep tonight,
because there, I really can.
