Jealousy, turning tears into a sea,

When the morning comes I'm still in my bed,

I am still waiting, waiting to be free,

I'm starting to think it's all in my head,

I watch her walk down the bright hallway,

Her beautiful hair covering her eyes,

But even though I see her every day,

I never get a chance to make her mine,

They all thought I was crazy and insane,

They all made fun of me for being gay,

But they don't know I'm already in pain,

And I lie here idle; should I be ashamed?

Hide my misery and sadness somewhere,

Hide it deep down, pray it will disappear