Friday night space lights,
as we caress the hours,
streaks across the sky.

I assume you're gone, but I don't know,
you won't even say, why you've hurt me so.
Still alone right here, I miss you,
my angel's gone, what can I do?

I see you in the ocean, as I stare out at sea,
and miss you when I sit, where you once sat with me.
When I awake from a nightmare, with my heart all a'race,
the one sight I wish for, is your beautiful face.
I miss your laugh when I think of, jokes I wish I could tell,
and I miss your gentle sweetness, when my life feels like hell.
I miss my little angel, when I stare at the rain,
I miss you so much, that my heart fills with pain.
I miss your perfect hair, as I watch the flames dance,
and I miss that first night, when we took that first chance.
But our story's not over, our story's not done,
I might miss you now, but I know you're the one.

And maybe we were made of the same pieces, and that is why every time I broke down all the **** broken pieces I saw you lying in my mess, and that is why every time I look in the mirror I see pieces of you that fill the holes in my chest as if you poured your soul into me.