A little egoistic I am, I can tell.
But this is like hell.
You are too far away
And I miss You every day.

I want to go back and get a hug,
Oh my, You're like a drug.
And I can't get enough of You.
In my mind (and heart) a line You drew.

I can remember You saying hello.
That's what I remember, though,
It wouldn't matter for any one else but me,
Is that how it's suppose to be.

I remember You singing false, singing bad,
But that was one of the heappiest memories I ever had.
I wanted to listen to that lovely and meaningful song once again,
But I couldn't find it on YouTube, what was I suppose to do then?

I still miss You and You still don't know.