Used to miss

Time passed so fast and slow
That “always” seem to be “never”
And “a little hope”, a “far dream”

*To wake up with…
…. a tear in my eye
… a splitter in my heart
And a stone in my throat…
… it´s normal …
Think I´m used to miss*

Missing you is part of me
Missing you is what I do
Missing you is like…
… breathing for me!

*Est