Morning , noon and night,
I spend hours missing you.
Do you ever really know?
The impatient inside me always says
"Come and share my loneliness"
I cant get you out of my heart,
Can never let you go.
Now that you are away, there is
Something you should know
I look at the brighter side
And sit with my head in my hands
Wishing it was in your hands.
Wishing it was in your hands.
Then i realized it was not love but obsession
lost in a strange mesmerizing thought
I fell your presence, all over me.
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