Staring at the clock,
Waiting for you,
Missing you,
Is like a disease,
With no cure,
It slowly kills me

Your warm embrace,
Always,
Puts a smile on my face,
And when times are tough,
I always know,
Your here, waiting,
For me to collapse
Into your stong arms
**** everyone
Seperating me
From you,
Reflecting on that,
You have to know,
That when you die,
I'll want to die too.