Quite frankly, boy,
Every time you walk away,
You take a piece of my heart with you.
It feels like ripping a band-aid after a wound is healed.
I know you make me better, but
Watching you leave is a sharp kind of sting.
Whenever I'm without you, I'm a mess.
I can't control the sadness.
It enters my eyes and everyone asks, but
All I can say is
"I miss him."
When I'm with you, I can be happy.
I can laugh and enjoy your presence.
But without you, I feel so alone.
Come back to me, dear.
In your smile, you hold a piece of my heart,
And I'm longing to feel whole again.