Your easy to miss,
When the image of your beautifull face is still visible,
When the sound of your voice still rings in my ears,
How i pray each night in vain,
To have it all again,
And oh how i wish to tell you everything,
Everything that made me fall for you,
So here i sit and shall remain,
And right here i must say i'm quiet pissed,
But in this day and age who am i kidding,
For it is you that i still miss.
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