Subject of My Thoughts

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