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
The first time I came over
We were just friends
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
About the time you cut your hand
Couldn't do much so I had to help
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...