The time I feel closest to you,
Is when we're furtherest apart.
The more the distance between us,
The closer you are to my heart.
There's a thin line between Love and Hate
and I hate you for going away.
When you're here I don't appreciate it
because I see your face everyday.
But to see your face as a rarity
Is a feeling that I cannot explain.
So leave me now and leave me to miss you,
Until I'm able to see you again.