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

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

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

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

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...

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