Missing You

I miss all the things we use to do Hate this feeling when I'm not with you I know I should move on Now that you are gone But I can't help it I can't help missing you I can't help thinking about The things we used to do Reminiscing Reminiscing The first time I came over We were just friends Reminiscing Reminiscing The first time you came over to my place Sat and watch movies, you laid on me Never had someone like you You was something new Started catching feels After you kissed me and ran Everything was so real I loved you as much as I can Reminiscing Reminiscing About the time you cut your hand Couldn't do much so I had to help Reminiscing Reminiscing I fed you, stay by your side Made sure you had everything Things came to a slow... You got busy... That's how it go... And I was okay with that... Never made time for me like I did for you Never asked me how I was mentally Never wondered if I was doing okay But it's okay, cause you was busy on your own Thought we wouldn't ever make it But it was you who let me go Stop wanting to fight Nothing really feel right I'm missing the things we used to do Hate this feeling that I'm not with you...