I Miss...
I miss the estranged looks
The way they messed with my head
I miss the house I used to reside
Everything happened for the first time
And for all the good saints
Who kept me in line
I bid them goodbye
For their efforts were in vain
The hand I once held
Now lies in another
But the world still exists around me
I miss Her
I miss the anger she caused
Bleeding knuckles from the fight
I miss the love she once had
Breaking my heart with her sight
And for all the evil things
That torment my mind
I hold you close with no goodbye
You're all too successful
I miss the pain, I miss the anguish
I miss the sorrow, I miss the tears
I miss the screams, I think I know why
I miss Kristina, thought she lied
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