Do you miss me?
Do you miss my voice?
Do you miss my words?
Do you wish I'd made a different choice?

I want you to miss me;
but I don't miss you.
I want you to miss me,
and I want you to suffer it through.

I want to know if you had me for decoration or actual admiration.

I want to see you stare when I walk.
The regret in your eyes for me to see.
I want to see you plead for me back.
I want to see you miss me.