Missing you is becoming a habit
Your love, your smile, I see, I have it
Control it, how can I do that, its so hard
You have become a part of me, the love I never had
Its is you, it has always been you
As I gazed on the meadows of life, all is worth because of you
Now I know it is all you
My love, My life, all so true
Missing is like a dream, If I cannot see your face
I change my pace
But I do always trust you with my heart
I cannot wait to be with you, my new start
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