He may be strong
But he will not hold my gaze
For very long
His pretty eyes
Will soon grow tired
I'll look away
Before his looks have time to die
I missed a trick
Or two, or three
I will remain missing
Whilst you're missing me
He may be brave
I'll get him lying down
And you can break his ways
For I left but once
More times I stayed
You hold me stronger now
Than all the while I remained
I missed a trick
It would not do
I will remain missing
Whilst I'm missing you
I miss the shape
We used to make
I miss your breath
I used to take
I miss the hands
That held me in place
They kept me still
With all they gave
They sent me away
Still I am but what they made
