The emotions and tears are all for you,
    I wish I was happy but it’s the thought of you.
The thought that’s made me dispirited and blue.
I know it’s not over cause I still miss you.
You’re  as bold as a lion that’s in control of  the Jungle.
   Showing no emotion, You’re so damn humble.
I wish I didn’t miss you.

Down in the dumps and over thinking (that's me)
I still have the memory when this was a we.
I keep telling myself that you’re coming back but when?
I guess maybe when the world ends.
I dread the thought that you’ve forgotten what we had.
Stuck the moment that was only a week in a half.
I wish I didn’t miss you.

I’m stuck here with a Polaroid image of what we had burnt into my mind.
Visualizing something that could have been strong, all the time.
It’s stuck there, not leaving.
I’m asking myself how in the hell could a good memory leave me weeping?
This burning sensation of need to feed myself these left over memories,
It’s all wrong but it’s all that’ll heal me.
I wish I didn't miss you.