I wake up around the same time every night and just lay here, hoping you’re awake too, thinking of what I’m thinking of..

I can’t explain, don’t understand, but everyday, I think about you. You’re the one, and it’s real, there ain’t no words, it’s just how I feel deep down inside, and I can’t hide the way you make me feel so high, I can’t deny.

You make me feel,

He’s not just past, if he makes an effect on your future.

I fucking miss you like hell.

You act like it’s so easy.

You probably already know by the way I look at you,

I hate it when you call me by my name.

I look at you, every single day.