Like you, has become a habit

to you, is a habit. This is not seen you in the first N days.
with your memory in my heart precipitation.
miss you, miss you, miss you can not change the heart.

think you really really have is a habit.
turn on the computer, listening to sad love songs,
immersed in the sentimental melody,
heart of the multitude is but a you.

miss you, miss you, miss you is a habit.
touch the keyboard, looking for a stranger to talk I think you feel.
want you to make your mind from the inside out temporarily,
allow it a little easier. Others do not know who I am,
the impression they make on others what exactly is a person,
its not important. When thinking of you,
share of the backlog of melancholy in the heart to withstand the sometimes
yourself so when he felt helpless,
it will find a way. E-MAIL in the vent their emotions.

miss you, miss you, miss you is a habit.
open their own day, QQ,
will stare at you for a gray head.
to think you can QQ about flashing,
it is a happy day and night is what I expect. Happy,
fact for me is so simple, that is waiting for your arrival.
sad fact is that simple for me to,
is that you have not appear.
miss you, miss you, miss you is a habit.
day, lonely lonely stay in a person's network.
I do not care people, people ignored me,
stand by what I have? What is the wait?
dedicated what is it? A loss of feeling,
a round of care, to love,
do not expect the result to a feeling.
walk alone on the network.

miss you, miss you, miss you is a habit.
moon staggered, time transfer,
day after day,
the afterglow of the setting sun when the day was to cover the night after the curtain,
I re- recovered their investment in the thinking of the real ocean.
like a leaf boat cruise in the ocean alone,
not reach the shore, looking less than parking bays.

miss you, miss you, miss you is a habit. Why do not bear
discrete celebrations?
Why is not my heart refused to recall thoughts?
is why the End of the World side to be cut off the call of affection?
secretly think of you in my heart,
slowly become messy heart, sitting on the computer side,
read their feelings,
but not by the me you read between the lines into .
you in my heart, you're in my fingertips.

miss you, miss you, miss you is a habit.
sad song played repeatedly many times,
its passage does not know how much time around.

miss you, miss you, miss you is a habit.
sad song is still singing, the air is humid, people are still lonely, in my heart or do you still write. Like this, like you, want you, want you is a habit. Every day, every day people like you.
open wallet every day several times to see your photos, you laugh, I laugh, because, like you, has become my habit.

night, night, or do you think of the people.
miss you, miss you, miss you is a habit
I love you!