I miss you loving me.
I miss the time spent with you.
You walked away.
I walked away.
Now there's a sea of regret between us.
Neither one of us are willing to cross it.
I miss you here with me.
I miss me there with you.
Even when we did nothing at all.
There was you, then there was me.
I don't understand what happened.
I woke up one morning.
As if there was never any you and me.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(04/12/2012)
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