You may ask why I don’t hang out with guys,
And the fact is, I do.
But nothing feels right.
None of them are you.

They don’t make me laugh,
And smile like you do.
They’re nothing at all.
None of them are you.

They don’t wear the same cologne,
Like you always do.
They’ll never smell the same.
None of them are you.

They’ll never hold me,
Like you used to.
They don’t come close.
None of them are you.

They won’t ever love me,
Like you used to.
They’ll love me deeper.
Because, none of them are you.