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I wake up everyday and i think about her

i miss her now more then yesterday

but ill miss her more tomorrow

than i do today never knowing 

what happened is killing me 

everyday imagining how amazing

it would be if she came back to me 

not knowing is killing me my mind begins to wander 

i think she could be gone forever

then hope kicks in and shes 

home again im in a constant 

search that will never end

untill shes in my arms again 

this constant battle of hope and doubt 

that plays in my head day in and day out

somedays hope wins out others 

doubt wipes hope right out no matter which wins

i constantly keep hold of the hope knowing

once its gone there will only be nothing but 

sorrow from there my tears

will fill the ocean i will become 

hollow as a cave a vacant look will creep

into my eyes my smile will fade

i will be alive but no longer living 

so i hold as tight as i can 

to the hope because it reminds 

me that one day ill have her here with me again 

but with each day passing like a hand trying

to pull the hope away it gets 

harder to hold on i know one day

it will be gone and ill be left surrounded

with darkness each day this battle 

gets harder to win and the tears harder 

to hold in