What I Miss The Most

Written：Michael Britt/Richie Mcdonald/Frank Myers

I hear the sound of gentle rain

Like teardrops on the windowpane

A priceless smile in a wooden frame beside the bed

I stare at the ceiling and talk to the walls

I lay here alone and imagine it all

As a river of memories rush through my head

I can almost taste your kiss as I think about how much I miss

Chorus

Your hungry eyes, your satin skin

The sound of your voice whisperin'

The love I feel inside your heart

When you're wrapped up in my arms so close

That's what I miss the most

I try to rest but sleep won't come

My body aches and my mind is numb

Shadows fall as the morning sun begins to rise

Another day without you here

Has it been weeks or has it been years

I find it getting harder keeping track of time

I breath in and I breath out but it's getting tough to live without

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