Your my inspiration,
The one I call my guitar playing man,
The one that plays his music and holds me up when I'm down,
When you play,
All I want to do is sing along,
The music creates a sound of purity,
But then all I do is just get worried,
What if this fantasy will go to my head?
And then when Iook back there's actually nothing.
I"m something and your something,
Never to meet and actually be friends,
Just two high school students that go to the same school,
Just nothing more.
I let people in my life for a reason,
Because each one of them has something to teach me,
But I don't want this to be a fantasy,
I want it to be reality,
I don't wanna imagine I wanna feel,
But how can I make it happen,
Because it seems so hopeless,
How can the image of you playing the guitar and the music
become reality,
Because I'd sure like it to happen,
I wish I can hear that music,
Close my eyes, 
And have a look of content on my face,
Just once I'd like to make it happen,
I wish I can make my guitar playing man happen,
I wish, I wish.
But I won't give up.