You maybe miles and miles away, but still you’re with me every day. the miles just seem to disappear making believe you are here.
Each night when i sat down to dine you’re on the chair away from mine. Your bright smile wipes away my tears making believe you’re with me.
a photograph you turned in half was back in the frame again, but once a heart was torn-apart it never be the same again.
The only dream i adhere to is not at all like holding you to cure the pain i feel within.
I have to make believe you’re here.