how many times a day i tell myself i miss you

if i could count how many times a day i tell myself i miss you
i'd lose count all on the very first day

your there now always on my mind
i wish there was a way i could see you every day now

if i could count how many times a day i tell myself i miss you
i'd lose count all on the very first day

you'd sit across from me and not even notice
as i walk right passed you and whiper to myself

if i could count how many times a day i tell myself i miss you
i'd lose count all on the very first day

you stand next to me holdin my hand
and wouldn't hear me when i would say

if i could count how many times a day i tell myself i miss you
i'd lose count all on the very first day

i now lay under you
and you whisper to me

"if only you could know how many times i wanted to tell you "i missed you"
you'd lose count
if only you knew how many times i wanted to reach my hand out to you and tell you
if only you knew--"

if only i knew how much i wanted him to know how i truly felt...
and now i lay wrapped in his arms as he says to me
"if only you knew how much i never want to let you go
so i wouldn't have to deal with the pain of listenin to myself count how many times i tell myself 'i miss you' "

if i could count how many times a day i tell myself i miss you
i'd lose count on the very first day...

now i know how much you care
only because we felt the same
when we were apart...