long distance

It’s already been 9.936.000 seconds.
I’m here and you’re there.
“Everything’s fine,” lied us to each other,
But we both know that it isn’t

It isn’t fine when I miss our late night conversation.
It isn’t fine when there is no one that can cheer me up like you did
It isn’t fine when I started to miss our boring day-out.
It isn’t fine when there is on sweet little surprises from you.

Well, I miss you.

SO here I am,
Looking fine and doing great outside,
But missing every little piece of our friendship.