watching the dying sun fall,
i think you you

it's an amazing feeling when i wake after a dream of you
it's terrifying when i fall asleep without you
it's heart breaking when i cannot call you
it's pure torture when i know others are with you

watching the new sun rise
i think of you

i can taiste you in the morning air
i can feel you in the warmth of morning
i can hear you in the hum of the shower
i can see you in the morning mist (ghosts of my mind playing games with my heart)

feeling the strong sun above
i miss you

do you miss me? as much as i miss you
do you still love me?
do you think of me? as much as i think of you
do you still dream of me?

missing the sun in darkness's grip

i wake alone, i cry for you
i wake cold, i long to hold you
i wake suddenly, i dream of you
i wake in terror.

there not always dreams

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