You

I don't miss you at all, not even a little...
I don't think about you hardly ever anymore.
The dreams have disappeared, they have dissipated
And so has the fear that you'll call...
But it's so funny, my dear...
How I talk about you once
And suddenly there's a burning inside me,
A longing inside my lungs...
And I miss you,
And I ache for you
Desperately.