
How often do you feel alone? How often do you feel at home?
How often do you think of me? How often do you think I think?
I often wonder if you'll hear my voice inside your head
And think about the times we've had
The times our hands continued to be held
And the times our lips have met in heaven and hell
I do think about the permanent memories I have in my head
And often think you were the best I had
You were the moon
I was your stars
Together we melted into complete bliss
Now I sit here and miss all of this
I miss you and I often wonder
If you miss me too
I miss you and I often wonder
You're in love with who
I miss you and I often wonder
What did I do wrong
I miss you and I often wonder
What do I do when you're gone
I believed a love like this was eternal
But I stood awake at night like nocturnals
To see your love walk away so soon
Often makes me think at night and noon
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