Truth is I think about you often
I miss your voice, I miss your smile that I used to get lost in
I know you know I have this thing for you, I never lost it
I think I just lost myself, in the midst of the non-sense
9 times out of 10, I'd close my eyes and dream about you
Don't know what it was, but you just had this thing about you
Fake smiles, Phora
