Oh no, I do miss you still.

I miss you all the time.

If you ask me when, that I think will be hard to tell
because how do you describe each moment,
and the moments that come in between those?

I miss you when I wake up. I miss you until I sleep.
I miss you when I am happy, I miss you when in troubles deep.

It gives me pain to miss you so,
but there's nothing else I'd rather do.
Because if you're not here right in front of me,
how else am I to cope?
So I think and think of you, and die in bits inside.

I think and think of you, so you are always by my side.