I'm Gona Miss You

Every day is just a memory, fades away with realities. Cast away,

well, all your dreams on a, another scheme, well,

so to speak. Flight of fancy, what a ride. And now you just choose to

go and die. A twist of fate, a sleight of hand,

and the Father speaks and you're gone again. Oh,

well. Oh, well, those nights, nights I,

well, cried, I, well, oh,

cried. Oh, well, those days, cried as days