i see your pretty face   in the pictures on the bookcase   and it's not getting better   i go out from my door   all the memorieson the front porch   and it's not getting better   better for me   i miss you, you know i do   just want you here with me   i close my eyes, and visualize   you here standing next to me   but i know that can not be   i'm acting selfishly   i lay awake at night   wishing i was holding you tight   and it's not getting better   wishing you were here   now i'm learning to hold back   the tears   and it's not getting better   better for me   and it's not getting better