The less I see you the more I find,
that you are the one most on my mind.
In my head you are stuck
and with a stroke of luck,
You might say, "Hey, this guy is my kind."
The farther you are, I confess that I fear,
that you and I will never again be near.
As the Sun fades away,
and night overtakes day,
not a moment goes by when I wish you weren't here.
To you, love is what I send,
because I'm so glad I can call you my friend.
So before you go,
I want you to know,
no matter what, we'll be friends 'til the end.
Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 11:28 PM UTC
The less I see you the more I find,
that you are the one most on my mind.
In my head you are stuck
and with a stroke of luck,
You might say, "Hey, this guy is my kind."
The farther you are, I confess that I fear,
that you and I will never again be near.
As the Sun fades away,
and night overtakes day,
not a moment goes by when I wish you weren't here.
To you, love is what I send,
because I'm so glad I can call you my friend.
So before you go,
I want you to know,
no matter what, we'll be friends 'til the end.