Missing You
Just thinking about it
Bring tears to my eyes.
I'm still trying to realize,
It's not you at my door.
You're not here anymore.
With a joke, and a smile
And your ghetto style.
BANG, BANG, BANG
It's all I hear
It plays like a nightmare.
Me holding your hand, and
Saying we got to go
As you slip away slow.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
God needed you more than us.
We may be apart,
But your memory still lives on in our hearts.
Bring tears to my eyes.
I'm still trying to realize,
It's not you at my door.
You're not here anymore.
With a joke, and a smile
And your ghetto style.
BANG, BANG, BANG
It's all I hear
It plays like a nightmare.
Me holding your hand, and
Saying we got to go
As you slip away slow.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
God needed you more than us.
We may be apart,
But your memory still lives on in our hearts.
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