(d. sahanaja - b.kassan)            She never tells him what she wants or what she needs.      It seems to him the time is lost. it's so hard to believe.      He thought they had a real good time - or so she said.      But now he knows their passion played a tape inside her head.      Things they would say,      Moments aflame -      And now it's over.      Another day on his own,      And now it's just a haze of memory and      He's alone.      And how the time has passed him by inside his room.      A chord is struck, a melody comes floating from him soon.      And now he's found the simple pleasure inside his head.      A memory lost on paper in a box under the bed.      Moments aflame -      Nowhere the game -      And now it's over.      Another day on his own,      And now it's just a haze of memory and      He's alone.      The kind of pain      He must outgrow,      For what it's worth now,      A memory and he's alone.      He's alone.      He's alone.      He's alone.