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I miss the way you told me

I would never live up to anything 

I miss the way you'd scold me

For whenever my dreams began breathing

I miss the screaming in my ears/ I miss the shouting in my face

And all the painful years/ and all the dreadful days

Of living life in fear/ of living through the hate

I miss those days (chorus)

I miss the way you held me

Squeezing my chest just a little too tight

Oh, how you would expel me

Pulling me down before I got too high

I miss the screaming in my ears/ I miss the shouting in my face

And all the painful years/ and all the dreadful days

Of living life in fear/ of living through the hate

I miss those days

I miss the stupid games we used to play

It's funny how time separates us so far away

I wish it could go back the way things used to be

But it won't last a day

I miss those days

12-29-22