I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
Saying it a million times
won't change the fact that you are
a millions of miles way
from me

I look around in the street
while I drink your favorite coffee
and I think that you would like here
that you would tease me
about my hair
about my clothes
and about my "clicheness"
all while you looked at me
with your bright, round eyes
that made me fall in love with you
in the first place

But you are not here

I miss you