I miss your pretty voice,
Pretty lips, pretty face,
And pretty hips.
It circles back,
To the day we first met.
To the day I couldn’t get out of my bed.
I must be out of my head.
Am I crazy? No, maybe not.
My love for you, is like getting shot.
In my mind, I lay in a bind.
Thinking, ‘All I need is you,’
And it’s true.
It’s love, it always has been.
But tonight, I might just sin.
To the thought of you,
Being with someone new.
I can’t cope, with losing hope.
I miss you. The old you.
Forevermore, my heart grew into two,
Wishing upon a shooting star,
That it was you.
It’s always you.
