Every morning upon waking
I still wonder how you’re doing
Are you sorry? Are you happy?
Or who knows you might feel lonely
I sure do
P.S. I miss you

I go over days when you were close to me
Those are memories I’ve carried all the way
So I swear to all the angels
Should they bring you back
I would kneel and thank’em all until the end
Oh I, I miss you

From the early morning
‘Till the nightfall moaning
In a restless waiting
Wishing you [bad word] in

But if you’re not mine
I still hope you’re fine
That’s all.
P.S. I miss you