Some people have hopes for you,
You have dreams for them,
But all you do is temporize.

Some people live for you,
You would die for them,
But all you do is agonize.

Some people burn themselves for you,
You vow to commit yourselves for them,
But all you do is fantasize.

But when they are gone,
Dream dies,
Agony intensifies,
Fantasy cries,
But all you do is transcribe.