Baby, I miss you - is what I sometimes think of.
Baby, I need you - is sometimes what I utter alone.
These are the things I say while cooking in the stove.
Saying these words out loud in a very sad tone.

If you just didn't let go, we would still be together.
If you continued loving me and stayed faithful,
And thought hard how to make us last, that would have been better.
Things would've turned out good if you haven't been that forgetful.

Baby, I miss you - words that I no longer think of.
Baby, I need you - words that I don't say anymore.
These words that I no longer utter - that I'm thankful of.
These feelings that no longer shiver my core.

If you haven't let go first we would've been miserable.
If you stayed faithful, one of use would've felt bored.
One of us would've set the cards tiredly on the table.
'Cause in the long run, I know, we'll no longer be enamored.

- ErythroCirrh