I miss the way you hold me, the way I fit...
I miss the way you stroke my hair and make me...

I cherish you I really do,
I like to think you cherish me too...

When you meet someone and grow so close you want...
then something happens between you which tears...

Has anyone ever made you feel this happy? Someone...
When i first met you we became good friends...

I miss the way you hold me, the way I fit...
I miss the way you stroke my hair and make me...