The song that you sing alone in your blue gown, flowers in spring bloom when they hear the sound. The beautiful thing still seems to let you down. If I don't feel the same I have myself to blame. I'm your but not by name. The doom is so real, are we making a mistake? The song that you feel alone in your heartache. I just can't deal, I just can't stay awake. I want it bad enough; show me what you're made of. I'm yours but not by name