She was the beauty queen,
in one man's dream,
and now she knows what it means,
to be lonely and seventeen.
And in the night,
you will live the fright
of being all alone
in a place far from home
And the screams ring out through the walls,
echoing and rebounding against the halls,
your hand creeps slowly across the bed,
there's nobody, where one was his head.
Missing what you once had,
alone, you thought you'd be glad,
and then you realize it's too late,
you destroyed it by your own mistake.
And you know what it means,
to be lonely and seventeen,
and you may be thinking it was just a dream,
but you're still lonely and 17.
And suddenly, it's all gone,
you realize something went wrong,
and now you have to pay the price,
did we again, simply roll the dice?
It's cold out hear, and I miss you dear,
too bad they're gone and dead,
my heart's too much bled.
Love and egotism don't mix,
sometimes your eyes play tricks,
but have to flight greed,
the food on which pain feeds.
And you'll wake up from your dream...
All alone... and seventeen.
DATE: 11 March 1985