Taylor Swift

I miss the sound of your voice
I miss your funny nose
and i miss your body against mine
when we danced around that pine

and i'm sitting here in the same place
at the same time where you used to cry

-instrumental-

i close my eyes
i see your smile
i smell your hair
i feel your hand next to mine

and i wonder why you had to die
maybe god hates me
maybe it's that
or maybe he wanted an angel just like you

but you're my angel
life is not the same
and i'm thinking of killing my self
i just want to be with you