when i hear my favourite song ,
and im shure that he's the one,
i imagine him here with me ,
if only love worked so easily,
i miss him more every single day,
feels he's drfting further away,
i find myself staring at my phone,
for that call to prove im not alone.
And i know i've done stuff wrong,
But when i hear my favourite song,
can't help but think of him.

Back at school, Back with friends, Back in detention and Back waking up at the crak of dawn to wash my hair, Back standing up everymorning on the schoolbuss, Back to doodling through maths lessons, Back to writing lyrics on the inside of my exersise books and Back to lunches in the artroom with my girls ... and louie. Back to a daily routeen...... untill christmas.