I miss them late night calls and whatsapps
And now I don't know who I'm gonna talk to
I miss them late nights when I used to sneak out through the window
I hope that you peep out
When you and your man are tired, I have to keep out
This a letter to my ex, so to you I reach out
I miss you, I'm not alive
I want to kiss you, I'm not alive
I know I diss you, I'm not alive
I want to cry, I miss you sometimes
I miss you, I'm not alive
I want to kiss you, I'm not alive