It's nice to be missed.
To lie here on the blue couch with the white pillows,
Coughing and resting my tired eyes,
And know that someone out there in that place where I go
Every
Day
Misses me.
It makes me feel bad
Because I know that I wouldn't necessarily miss them
If they were gone.
I'll try to appreciate everyone
A little more.
To lie here on the blue couch with the white pillows,
Coughing and resting my tired eyes,
And know that someone out there in that place where I go
Every
Day
Misses me.
It makes me feel bad
Because I know that I wouldn't necessarily miss them
If they were gone.
I'll try to appreciate everyone
A little more.
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