Missing you is a full time job,
I never get a holiday, or a break,
In fact, Missing you and loving you is like prison
Not that I've ever been or want to go.
Hating you is the hardest thing, I've ever had to do,
But in time my friend, I'll master it,
So don't worry about a single thing
But the end result wont be happy, for either of us.
Needing you is the air I breathe,
When I stop doing it I'll be dead,
But I need you and you laugh at me, You have her now
What the hell would you need from me?
