Fuck, I Miss You 가사

3am again, just like every day I regret what I stopped doing more than what I did wrong I miss things that never happened The possibility of experiencing them once excited me But now the time has passed All that remains with me are smiles Pleasant memories, sounds, smells They say longing is the joy of being sad I don't know whether to call this longing This is for all the times I didn't take a chance, because of fear It's for everything that could've been This is, also, for everything that was For the times I felt as alive as those who nearly died but didn't Am I still the same? And if not, is that wrong? It's strange, do you exist? What body does your soul inhabit? Do I know you? Do I have you? Did I have you or will I have you? There's so many questions It rains and the music in the background is aligned with what I feel 5AM again Do I exist? Will I exist? Fuck, I miss you