I can't sleep; everything I ever knew is a lie without you. I cant breathe when my heart is broke in two, there's no beat without you. You are not gone, but you are not here. At least that's the way it seems.
Missing you isn't the hardest part.
Knowing that I once had you is.
I miss you a little, I guess you could say, a little too much, a little too often, and a little more each day.