i wonder if sometimes she thinks of me.
i wonder sometimes if she misses me.
does she see me in her dreams?

sometimes i think i see her on the street.
sometimes i think i see her driving.
she pops up in my dreams and
i wonder if i’ll ever stop missing her.

since she left my life
my heart beats a little slower.
the sun doesn’t shine as bright and
food doesn’t taste as good.
since she left my life
my sleep has been troubled
and my soul has been restless.

i think i will always hurt.
i think i will always miss her.