Yeah, I felt it missing
I felt it in the air
My night was complete, but still
I couldn't help but care
Yes, dear beautiful,
I'm writing about you
That shouldn't be surprising
Come on dreamer, we both know the truth
Maybe now I've caught your attention
Please don't tell me that you're blind
I see things no one will notice
And sometimes your loneliness is what I find
I'm not still a little girl
Much to my dismay
But if I've gotta be grown up, give me the credit
I'm my own person, and I see you day after day
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