I still miss you and I'm not sure why,
Especially when it's 2am and alone in my bed I lie,
I lie physically but also mentally by trying to tell myself I don't miss you,
But you see the truth is that the day you left the sky would never seem quite as blue,
Your lips stained my skin, and oh how your gaze made me grin,
Surely feeling the way that I did was a sin,
But if loving you too much is what made you run,
Then **** you, don't come back because I'm finally done.