I miss you

Suppose that I missed you.

Suppose that I have conformed myself to that.

But suppose that I am sorry

But suppose I did not want to go back.

So think of it as true.

The truth is that I think about it every night.

And still crying for you But I know,

I know is that it is

not worth for you

I prefer to combat the pain of not having him

to combat the pain of having him

I will stay so

I am as well

Makes me so