Subject of my thoughts has a name
And I'm always thinking of the same
I try to think of something else
But it will 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, now she makes me cry
I tell myself she'll come again
But I know she won't
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 you
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








But 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
But not the way she left, I try to understand
Every day without her seems a hundred years
Something else, but it will always be the same, the subject of my thoughts, as the name.