Her
It was the thought of her that kept me up at night
It was her name that wandered in my mind all day
It was her face that I saw before I went to sleep
It was her smile, her laugh that made happy
It was her
She was the source of my pain
From missing her
The thought of not having you
Let alone not talking to you
When I see your face before I sleep
Hear your name in my head
or imagine you smile or laugh
Hurts me because there's apart of me that's not letting go
You were my source of happiness
and I'll find it no where else
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