Tell me you love me, tell me you love me, tell me you love me, like I love you.

Slipping through my hands and fingers, what can I do to make you stay?

I can see you next to me, but you’re not, what can I do to make you turn?

Counting the hours, minutes, seconds I’m not spending with you, what can I do to make you mine?

Far away, in a faraway land,

a prince spent his days being happy and free,

until he fell for a farmer’s boy.

He was brought to the castle,

the first nights they spent the prince was too excited to sleep.

The farmer’s boy was happy,

being in a big castle,

with everything he ever wanted,

being loved.

He thought he and the prince

would spend each day together,

forever.

But the prince had royal duties to attend to,

and other matters in the castle,

and ruling his country,

and the farmer’s boy was discontent.

But he was just a farmer’s boy,

and he was a prince,

so he slept in their bed alone,

in his despair,

watching his prince rule his country,

and ruling he did.

The rain is falling, falling on my cheek. Ask “who is crying, the sky or is it me?”

I look up, wish for release, continue being soaked. Or is it really the rain?