Its not always where you start,
that brings you to the end.
Sometimes it's the middle,
where it all begins.
Hey I miss you,..
And that wasn't always true,
But lately,..I feel like,
I should be there beside you,
Because I miss you...
Do you know the secret,
Of why I feel this way?
Can you recall the reason,
Why I didn't stay?
Everybody's lonesome,
We all know that is right,
Because our days feel as empty as,
The darkness of the night.
When,
I miss you...
And as I sit here,
And look out at the rain.
I wonder if we'll ever,
Have some time again.
I often think of calling you,
But, then I think again.
Would we speak, just like strangers,
Or would we be, long lost friends?
I Miss You..
And I'll miss you 'til the end.
Maybe I'm just stuck here in the middle,
where it all begins..
I wonder if you think of me,
The way I think of you.
And do you every ask yourself,
If you miss me too?