• I see you walk up the street and I cry;
    Truly you must miss me on the inside,
    But in the outside, I know you hide it.
    Honestly, I didn't ever show affection,
    So how could you still feel this way?
    Well, now I think of you lately;
    Why does this happen to me now?
    When we've just gone over it,
    And you repeated twice now,
    You don't want to see me again,
    But who knows...
    Did you mean it?
    I really don't think so.
    Tell me the truth,
    Do you miss having me by your side?
    I'll bet over your friends and say you do.
    That's how much it means to me
    To know the truth.