But I Miss Her



I try to tell myself

everything’s gonna be okay…

I try to tell myself

my thoughts for her will simply go away…


I try to tell myself

it’s okay, man, just move on…

I try to tell myself

find some happiness in my sad song…


But I miss her, miss her, miss her…

It’s so hard to forget her smile…

Yes, I miss her, miss her, miss her…

So I’ll just sit here and cry awhile…


My friends tell me

it’s time to forget and let her go…

My friends tell me

it should be easy, but they don’t know…


My friends tell me

she doesn’t care about the things you say or do…

My friends tell me

she’s simply not the one that’s right for you…


But I miss her, miss her, miss her…

It’s so hard to forget her smile…

Yes, I miss her, miss her, miss her…

So I’ll just sit here and cry awhile…


I don’t know why

she has to act this way…

I don’t know why

she won’t hear the words I want to say…


I don’t know why

I work so hard to try and keep it real…

I don’t know why

she can’t feel the same love I feel…


Yes, I miss her, miss her, miss her…

It’s so hard to forget her smile…

Yes, I miss her, miss her, miss her…

So I’ll just sit here and cry awhile…


© 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

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