Don't say you miss me, don't call me love, none of that would be enough.
I want your kiss, I want your hug. I want your joy, your laughter, your bliss.
I want your dreams, your past, your history. I want all of your lovely memories.
I want your headache, your heartache, your pain and your sorrow.
I don't want to wait for tomorrow . . .
. . . so don't say that you miss me, don't call me love, none of that would ever be enough.
I'm keeping myself busy from missing you so much.