When every second passes slowly,
Screaming I'm alone,
And everyone that thinks they know me,
Calls me on the phone,
When happy couples hug and kiss,
And people wish me dead,
And when you laugh, I know I miss,
Your words inside my head,
And most of all I miss your touch,
No matter soft or rough,
'Cause if you miss her love that much,
Then memories aren't enough.
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