I can here your wimpers through the night.
I can feel your presence in the room, and your eyes on me.
But I can't understand why you haunt me?
In my mind, in my dreams your taunting me.
Watching my every move. But why?
I know you were lonely.
But since you left I am too.
I miss you.
Why'd you have to go?
Why couldn't you hang in there a little longer.
You promised you would come.
Guess I should just get used to the fact that a pormise means as much as an unforgivable sorry.
But it stull doesnt change things.
Maybe we were dumb little kids when we made it but you should have told me how things were.
Because over here things weren't that great either.
Can't believe your gone, you're really gone.
Guess I have to accept that.
And maybe your here right now watching my pathetic tears fall for you.
Maybe I hadn't meant thats\ much to you but you meant a lot to me and I'm sick of missing you!