I’m missing you, there’s a deep dark hole, right there, right here, in my grieving soul.
I miss you because you were bad for me, I am a masochist, that’s plain to see.
I’m missing you, with every fibre of my being, but the person you are, is not the person I’m seeing.
Time will heal, that’s what they say, but the time that’s passed, seems only one day.
‘With attachment comes suffering’, the wise say it too, but it’s the price of being human. What else can we do?
So let’s just say I’m over you and all your evil lies, I have said my last farewell and all my great goodbyes.
I won’t be missing you any longer, you are always in my heart. When I start to love myself, that’s when my life will start.