I am not in love with you. I am in love with the you I created in my mind, And I try and search for him like a blind But I only find you and it's like a flu.
You have his face and body and you sometimes say the same things he says to me. And when I see that your hands are touching others It's like I am stung by one,huge bee.
And for a second I might cry. But I remember then and there that you are not him.
You are just a temporary face A face I liked for a blank space. You are not the one who married me And you are not the one I met at the Black Sea. You are not the one who cried when he met his sweet pea And you are not the one I see with me.