Something about you has changed. Maybe it's your hair. Or the way you say I love you. It's barely audible these days.
The touch I feel is scarcely known.

You say you care but you act like I'm a ghost. Laugh with your friends maybe it's about me.

I love you so much, I would be your punching back, you could practice on me.

Sometimes were good, then were great, but most of all, you barely know my name.