I had a lot of growing up to do
I knew I would miss you
And yes, I've wrotten thousands of words
Hundreds of letters since you've been gone
All unspoken
You’ll never get to read them
A silent whimpering obsession
Over a lost loved-one.
Since you’ve gone
Oh and all the things i do for you
The love i made with you
How could i ever disguise
When its still alive in my eyes
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