I miss your soft lips. I miss your white sheets. I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek. And this is so hard cause I didn't see That you were the love of my life and it kills me. I see your face in strangers on the street. I still say your name when I'm talking in my sleep. And in the limelight, I play it off fine. But I can't handle it when I turn off my night light.