I miss you.
I miss the way things used to be.
I miss the girl I was when I was with you.
I miss your voice, your laugh, your smile
I miss everything.
I miss your encouragement.
I miss how you made me feel.
I miss talking to you.
I need to talk to you.
I am tired of talking to myself.
I say the things out loud, and yet they feel so hidden inside.
It’s all cause I miss you.
It’s all I can’t reach you.
It’s cause it’s never gonna be same.
It’s all because I lost you, and I wish I knew how. I wish I knew why.
