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I miss you like a past life I can't remember if You were ever mine to miss I miss you like we both died Our time together, a star-crossed endeavor My head is an unmade bed Abandoned arms and legs and intimate things Finding their way into these twisted sheets I need a maid or another mother More than the strain of an absent lover My head is an empty bed Just the thought of being seen is more than I can take I never met a mirror that I couldn't break I'll miss you in the next life From Letras Mania