Missing You
I'm stood here turning blue
Waiting several hours for you
And now I've realised I'm fed the fuck up of missing you
You were a dream come true
A problem followed through
My flower bouquet wasted away
The wind where I'm stood fiercely blew
And now I've realised
And now I've realised I'm fed the fuck up of missing you
I'm not missing you no more, I'm not missing you no more
I'm not missing you no more, I'm not missing you
