It's not the same
I understand that his arms are molded
     similar to yours
And his eyes, although different colors,
     hold the same trance against mine like
     yours once did
His voice can put me to sleep like yours
     used to
But I shake before bed because I'm
     nervous
His arms don't wrap themselves around
     my torso like yours did
And looking into his eyes I don't see the
     magic that sparkles deep into your heart
For a second there I thought I was getting over you
Then I found myself begging to be under you