Do you ever think about me?
Do you ever cry yourself to sleep?
In the middle In the night while you're awake
Are you calling out for me?
And you ever reminisce?
I Can't believe in acting like this.
I know its crazy.
How still can feel your kiss.
It's been six months, eight days,
twelwe hours since you went away.
I mis you so much and i dont you say.
I shuld be over you, i should've know better,
But it's just not the case.
It's been six months, eight days,
twelwe hours since you went away.
Do you ever ask about me?
Do your friends still tell what to do?
And everytime the phone rings,
do you wish it waas me calling you?
Do you still feel the same?
Or has time put out that flame?
I mis you, everything ok?
It's been six months, eight days,
twelwe hours since you went away.
It's hard enough just passing the time.
when a can't feel to get you off my mind.
And where is the good in goodbye,
tell me why, tell me why?
