Miss You

There was never a reason for shooting through, A smoking barrel not meant for you, Now your hands on the trigger, There's always a figure I miss and it's you. There were never the grounds for blaming you, Lie if I'm honest but now is that true? All the words that were spoken, Remain a token of how I miss you. I’ll throw my hands in the air, I was never prepared to miss you like I do, miss you like I do.