Ever since you're gone
Living isn't quite the same
To me
I pretend to be strong
But I keep on missing you
Everyday
The door you left with is wide open
You ought to come back to me
Your spirit haunts these walls I'm in
Clung to my back, the aching misery
And what a sin, it is
To feel anger that amiss
I know,
The angels must've cried for you
And heaven couldn't wait to have you
Though it hurts
That you're not here
In a better place, I hope
To meet you, my dear
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