Love you, girl, but wish you were here.
Cause I don't want to go back there.
Puzzled. Perplexed. Don't see it clear.
Love you, girl, but wish you were here.
Emotions mixed, both joy and fear.
Got nothing by which to compare.
Love you, girl, but wish you were here.
Cause I don't want to go back there.
Miss you, girl, Why can't you be here.
Makes no sense you got to stay there.
Hurting. Lonely. Feeling that clear.
Miss you, girl, Why can't you be here.
Would like to call, no use I fear.
No hope in trying to compare.
Miss you, girl, Why can't you be here.
Makes no sense you got to stay there.
Leaving, girl, cause you can't be here.
No way I'm coming back there.
Worried. Concerned. Still ain't real clear.
Leaving, girl, cause you can't be here.
Hate myself for caving to fear.
Feel my love ain't much to compare.
Leaving, girl, cause you can't be here.
No way I'm coming back there.
I remember the first time.
He was sitting behind me.
Laughing with his friends.
I turned and looked at him.
His eye caught mine
And for a simple second
Nothing else mattered
Except the fact that he was there
There with me.
Close enough for me to touch
Had I been brave enough.
The feeling -
That "thing" between us.
It lasted for four years
Until he moved away
And I never saw him again.
It was like he died.
When I heard he was gone
I buried him within my heart
So I could bring him back
Whenever I wanted to.
Whenever I needed him.
I learned later
The feeling, that "thing" -
It had a name.
Love.
There were other times
The feeling, that "thing"
Came upon me.
Not very often though.
Sometimes I thought it was there
But it wasn't.
The real "thing" was hard to find.
When it came
It always surprised me.
Sometime with boys, a man
Sometime with girls, a woman.
The feeling, that "thing"
It couldn't distinguish between them.
I didn't notice a difference.
It was always the same
When they were with me.
And when they were gone,
I cried like they had died
And I buried them in my heart
So I could bring them back
Whenever I wanted to.
Whenever I needed them.
Boy or girl, man or woman
The feeling, that "thing" -
It was the same.
Love.
You've experienced it.
The feeling, that "thing" -
It has a name for you too.
Love.
Am I really that different
From you?
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