Chris
Sitting here listening to this music, I think of you...
I miss you so much.
When I’m around you my life is perfect,
But the second you leave
It goes back to the gray life I live.
I know you're not even gone long
But that really doesn’t matter to me.
What matters is you are gone
And I can’t see you
Or hear your voice.
I will be with you soon
And the words you said to me are comforting
But those are words you said in the past,
Not words you're saying now.