I miss you

Ever since that damned day
that came and left
I have been wondering if it was a crime,
if it really was theft
Although I know the days go on and on
I can't helpbut noticing that you're gone

I know, I know
there's something I can't confess
I know, I know it's true
There's no point in denying anymore
that I miss you

You didn't believe in taking actions
you didn't believe in standing up for what's right
You never showed me that you were
worth the bloodspilled fight

I throw, I throw
new stones at your memory every day
I know, I know it's true
There's no point in denying anymore
that I miss you

So what's for pride
when my eyes can't see the light
There's no effort anymore
in missing you

I miss you
I miss you

Oh, how I miss you

  1997 © Ingvild Gregersen


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