I must Admit, I miss him

I miss waking up in the morning with Angelo next to me in my bed

I must be crazy and messed up in the head.

He was very controlling, I had to do whatever he said and I had to get out of there before I was dead

I think he was trying to kill me inside, trying to take away all my ambition and pride

But I still miss him so much, I miss his hands and I miss his touch.

I miss his voice, I miss his hair, I even miss his evil stare

I miss his anger, I miss his hapiness.

I can't stand it, I'm so pissed

I should not miss this man at all, I just feel like without him, one day I'm gonna fall.

I need him next to me, to be by my side, so in case I fall he'll be there and I can give him a call.

I want to call him to see if he's home but if I do that he will just hang up the phone.

The only way I survive the pain is in what I write, I am strong I gotta fight.