Alone in this house again tonight,
I got the tv on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine.
There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me,
the way that it was and could have been surrounds me.
I'll never get over you walking away.
I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
and I thought that being strong meant never losing your self-control,
but I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
to hell with my pride, let it fall like rain from my eyes...
I miss you.
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