Matters not what I do
Matters not where I go
Matters not what I know
I'm ever missin' you
I can go have my fill
I can do whatever
I can be real clever
I am missin' you still
Whether I continue
Is not up for debate
Whether early or late
I will be missin' you
Matters not what I touch
Matters not how I feel
Matters not what is real
I'm missin' you so much
I can do somethin' new
I can do anything
Or I can do nothing
I'm always missin' you
Whatever comes my way
I can feign or flatter
It just does not matter
Missin' you, come what may.
Ever missin' you
Missin' you still
Missin' you
Missin' you so much
Always missin' you
Missin' you come what may
© Cowboy Coleridge
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem