I still smell your perfume on my pillow I still hear your footsteps down the hall Sometimes I hear your singing, coming from the kitchen But they fade away, it wasn’t you at all
I still see your face every place I go In an empty bar, or a crowded avenue I don’t know what to say or do, my friends are asking over you You’re like some ghost that’s always haunting me
How can I miss you, if you won’t go away I’m so miserable without you, you might as well have stayed They say time is a healer, and I’ll get better every day But how can I miss you, if you won’t go away