I don't have your sweet touch anymore
No big bright eyes to look deep into
No more stories of your childhood or anymore of those "i miss you's"
So i eat all the sweet stuff and paint my nail blue
Doesn't help getting over you but what else can i do
I read the random things people do for each other in my magazine And the poems of Shakespeare that confuse me as much as you
I don't have a name to go in a heart with mine
Or a valentine
No hugs to look forward too
Or happy days all through
No more jokes between me and you
No more plans on what we're gonna do
No nothing between me and you
