Oh my god

I think the world of you
you know i do
the things we have spoke about
the good times we have shared i can not count
me bleaching my hair and it turning out bad
and all you were worried about was kissing a bold woman
but when we meet I'm not to sure
that I'm going to be what you were hoping for
you say you don't care but i know you will
so I'm not getting my hopes up for them to be killed
but i cant help feeling weird every time we speak
because i have never heard your voice or felt your touch
and I'm wanting it so much