Tell me, what am I missing?
is it the fame, the kissing..?
Is it the shape of my nose or my dissing?
I wish I could know...
How do I run away
From my dream to stay?
I wish you were missing
my nose and my kissing.
Somewhere some day I hope,
Maybe, I will lose you on the road.
Somewhere some day I hope I'll know
What it was I did not own.
But for now, please tell me what am I missing..?
In this land of fame and dissing...
Tell me, what should I get
To have your eyes on me again yet?
In my dreams is my safety net.
Then I wake up and just like yesterday
It's you that I'm missing
And wishing of kissing...