I love the way he smiles i love the way he laughs
in fact i love him more and more with every day...

I really miss you and wish you were here with me
Though i guess the things i want reallydon'tcome...

Why do people do it
get high and yet choose to lie don't they know...

She asks me h ow i am holding up
my answer comes out fine...

Hes the curve in my smile the twinkle in my eyes
he's the hands upon my face when i start to cry...

I don't know what to do or what to say
my feelings get stronger by each passing day...

My shoulder to cry on
the hands to wipe my eyes...