do you ever miss me
the way that I miss you
do you remember
the things we used to do
like walking in the evening
below a starry sky
now all that's left
is a lingering question why
do you ever miss the way
I used to make you laugh
riding with the top pulled down
for your own behalf
now I'm stuck in sorrow
I hang my head in shame
I know it's not your fault and
I'm the one to blame
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