How I Feel
I don't smile when I think of you
I don't feel sorrow when I don't know how you're doing
I don't want to spend a lot of time with you
You don't make up a piece of my heart
You're not what I want
No Aubrey, my face gleams at your thought
I'm not in sorrow, I'm in agony
Time? nope. eternity? yes.
You're not a piece of my heart, you're all of it
You're not what I want, you're what I have and that my lady is perfection
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