Sitting here
Crying in the shower
Disappear
Don't think I could be any lover
No one can hear
Because I'm in the shower
Laying here
On my pillow alone
And all my fears
Won't stop blowing up my phone
Blended up,
making me sad on my own
And I,
won't stop missing you
Thinking about the things we used to do
It's getting hard to go on without you
And I,
miss your hair,
miss your eyes
Way I've become of you all the time Maybe someday soon I'll feel fine
Sit on the bus and dream of you Is that a weird thing to do?
Blue eyes never looked so blue
Is that because of you?
And I,
won't stop missing you
Thinking about the things we used to do
It's getting hard to go on without you
And I,
miss your hair,
miss your eyes
Way I've become of you all the time
Maybe someday soon I'll feel fine