| I saw the lamp light from your window |
| I didn’t think you were home, sitting there all alone |
| So I came up to your room to ask you why |
| Why did you hurt me so? |
| Why did you have to go, away? |
| I never wanted anything in my life |
| Not until I met you |
| I thought you’d see me through |
| All the bad days that I’ve had before I met you |
| Something in the past, never thought it couldn’t last, forever |
| There’s one thing I can say |
| Every day, how I miss you, oh oh |
| Every day that I’m without you hurts |
| Just a little bit more than |
| Than I’ve ever been hurt before |
| Every day that I’m without you hurts |
| Just a little bit more |
| And now I look down from your window |
| To see a young man across the street |
| He looks something like me |
| And he’s walking with his head down to the ground |
| Did you want to hurt me so? |
| Why did you have to go away? |
| There’s one thing I can say |
| Every day, how I miss you, oh oh |
| Every day that I’m without you hurts |
| Just a little bit more than |
| More than I’ve been hurt before |
| Every day that I’m without you hurts |
| Just a little bit more than |
| More than I’ve been hurt before |
| Every day that I’m without you hurts me |
| Just a little bit more, ooh |
| More than I’ve been hurt before |
| Every day that I’m without you hurts |
| Just a little bit more, ooh |
| More than I’ve been hurt before |