Missing you is the worst part of this story, When at night while thinking of you I hug my pillow and call your name, It won't hug me back and it doesn't have your voice...
On the Christmas day I offer myself The gifts I never got when I was a kid. Life is a weird thing I'm like my own child But how do I compensate the warmth they never gave?
I never had a good friend family member, I was a neglected child as I remember. Never had the right hug, the word or the kiss, Childhood is a time I will never miss.