I can’t even listen to the radio,
When every love song
Makes me feel like dying;
Makes me feel like crying;
Thinking, missing you
Every hour in every day,
Every minute in every hour,
Every second is my torture;
Every moment I rewind,
My pain, missing you
Searching for strength to carry on
With the weight of silence on my heart,
Remembering it’s not forever,
Fighting the sinking feeling;
Knowing that I chose missing you
© 2014 – V. A. Coote