The subject of my thoughts .....has a name
And I'm always thinking of .......the same
I try to think of something else
What ever always be the same
The subject of my thoughts has a name
I wonder why she's gone without saying goodbye
First she made me happy and now she makes me cry
I tell myself she'll come again well I know it's a lie
I wonder why she's gone without saying goodbye
The way she kissed me and the way she held my hand
But now the way she left, I try to understand
Every day without her seems a hundred years
Sitting in my room all alone with my tears
I try to think of something else
But it will always be the same
The subject of my thoughts has a name
The way she kissed me and the way she held my hand
But now the way she left, I try to understand
Every day without her seems a hundred years
Sitting in my room all alone with my tears
I try to think of something else
But it will always be the same
The subject of my thoughts has a name
And I'm always thinking of .......the same
I try to think of something else
What ever always be the same
The subject of my thoughts has a name
I wonder why she's gone without saying goodbye
First she made me happy and now she makes me cry
I tell myself she'll come again well I know it's a lie
I wonder why she's gone without saying goodbye
The way she kissed me and the way she held my hand
But now the way she left, I try to understand
Every day without her seems a hundred years
Sitting in my room all alone with my tears
I try to think of something else
But it will always be the same
The subject of my thoughts has a name
The way she kissed me and the way she held my hand
But now the way she left, I try to understand
Every day without her seems a hundred years
Sitting in my room all alone with my tears
I try to think of something else
But it will always be the same
The subject of my thoughts has a name