Game Over

I used to search you in the ocean
thinking that I would find you.
But I see that you don't exist,
and myself will become crazy
'cause in my dreams
there always the same person:
You (you, you, you).

My friends say I'm ill or mad
'cause I can't stop talking about you.
When their ask me for meet you
I can only say:
He doesn't exist.

Now I'm here alone,
wondering what could I do (what could I say).
My dreams are over,
My life is over
Because you don't exist.