I knew that it was overnWhen she cried for half of SundaynI knew that it was over nWhen she wouldn't do things my waynnNow I'm all alonenIt's something I have grown accustomed tonBut I still do missnThe smile, and the touch, and the kissnOf younnI knew that it was over nWhen she went and brought me flowersnI knew that it was over nWhen I wouldn't talk for hoursnnNow I'm all alonenIt's something I have grown accustomed tonBut I still do missnThe smile, and the touch, and the kissnOf younnI knew that it was overnWhen she cried for half of SundaynI knew that it was over nWhen she wouldn't do things my waynnI knew that it was over nWhen she went and brought me flowersnI knew that it was over nWhen we wouldn't talk for hoursnnNow I'm all alonenIt's something I have grown accustomed tonBut I still do missnThe smile, and the touch, and the kissnOf you