i'll turn and look the other way
and all i ever wanted to say
is on the tip of my tongue,
more like my throat
the words won't come up
and i start to choke
if we are to meet on this holiday
do not be alarmed at what i might say
i did think it over
and that is a fact
but the words are still caught
so far in the back
i'll try to put it simply
most pure and refined
i miss your blue eyes
staring at mine
i miss all the times
we don't speak about
and your familys fueding
i can't do with out
needless to say
there is nothing i do
i missed out on doing
and now i miss you