It's One Of Those Days You Know, Where You Miss Them, Miss Holding Them. Wishing You Could Hold Them In Your Arms Just One Last Time And Tell Them How Much They Actually Ment To You.

Sitting By A Window Watching The Rain Fall Onto The Glass Thinking Of You, It's Hard To Keep The Thought Of You Out Of My Mind. Understanding You is Another Level Maybe You Could Teach Me, I Wanna Know The Real You I Don't Want To Know The Fake You. I Wanna Feel What Your Feeling.

But Sometimes It Just Hurts To Look Back Into The Past.