Yesterday was 11 months since you went away. I wait for you to visit me in my dreams but we must have bad reception.
The thing is, you are probably having a good time and I'm the furthest thing from your mind. And that bothers me. It also bothers me that you are enjoying something I really want. You might say I'm a bit jealous.
How can I miss you and be mad at you at the same time. And it's no fun being mad if I can't complain about it.