Текст: Silverchair. The Best Of: Vol. 1. Miss You Love.

Millionaire say, got a big shot deal
And thrown it all away but I'm not too sure
How I'm supposed to feel
Or what I'm supposed to say, but

I'm not, not sure
Not too sure how it feels
To handle every day
And I miss you, love

Make room for the prey 'cause I'm comin' in
With what I wanna say, but
It's gonna hurt and I love the pain
A breeding ground for hate, but

I'm not, not sure
Not too sure how it feels
To handle everyday
Like the one that just passed
In the crowds of all the people

Remember today
I've no respect for you
And I miss you, love
And I miss you, love

I love the way you love but I hate the way
I'm supposed to love you back
And it's just a fad
Part of the teenage, angst brigade, and

I'm not, not sure
Not too sure how it feels
To handle everyday
Like the one that just past
In the crowds of all the people

Remember today
I've no respect for you
And I miss you, love
And I miss you, love

Remember today
I've no respect for you
And I miss you, love
And I miss you

I love the way you love but I hate the way
I'm supposed to love you back