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