I cry when you leave due to my own insecurities;
  counting down the hours,mintues,and seconds
Till im with you again.
But when those mintues turn into hours
When those hours turn into days
I start to question everything
Do you even miss me?
Do you even think of me?
Do you really love me?  Cuz
I miss you like crazy
I never stopped thinking about you
And of course
I love you with all my heart
so be smart dont play with my heart