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The days go by.  I won't lie.  I won't deny.      

     Sometimes, I cry.

   I lay on my bed.  All the thoughts of us in my head.



            I miss you.  



We were together, like birds of a feather for years.  

  Now, the tears do flow.  

Why away from me did you have to go?

              

            I miss you.



I think of all the things that together we used to do.  

I'm so blue.

I look at the sky and I ask why.  Again, I cry.

We were friends and then boyfriend and girlfriend.  

Oh, why did it have to end.



          I miss you.              



I drive in my car.  You, from me, see, are so far.

I sit in my place.  I miss your sweet face.

I walk alone on the streets.  

I miss the feeling of a heart beat.



         I miss you.



I walk through the city so pretty.  

Mile after mile.  Can we reconsile?  

I see all the couples, what they do.  I think of me and you.

They hold hands.  They don't understand.

            

         I miss you.



There's no end in sight to this night,

can't we at least be friends?