looking on like a detention

              "streaming tears down my neck"

I miss my friends, 

I miss pointless nights at the pub meeting strange men that buy you roses from women wearing head scarves

I miss wandering the streets in fancy dress with absolutely no where to go, but still having a great time

I miss english tv

I miss english coffee and tea

I miss my corner shop

I miss my apartment and my pillow

I miss the park across the road 

I miss CapitalFM

I miss my home