(G)Ooh.

I’m still (G)here, but yet I’m gone.

I don’t play gui tar or sing my songs.

They nev er de fined

who I am,

the man that loved you till the end.

You’re the last (G)per son I will love.

You’re the last (G)face I will re call.

And best of all,

I’m not gon na miss you.

I’m not gon na miss you.

I’m nev er gon na (G)hold you like I did

or say “I love you” to the kids.

You’re nev er gon na (G)see it in my eyes.

It’s not gon na (G)hurt me when you cry.

I’m nev er gon na (G)know what you go through,

all the things I say or do,

all the hurt and all the pain.

One thing (G)self ish ly re mains:

I’m not gon na miss you.

I’m not gon na miss you.

(G)(Ooh.)