When we kiss there is nothing there. 
No butterflies in my stomach or rockets flying through the air. 
I like you, but I don't know why I feel the way I do. 
My heart will never/can never belong to you.
I wish that you were the one I dream of at night. 
I wish you were the one I watched sleep under daylight.
So when we kiss I close my eyes 
and wish that he'll take your place. 
But when I open my eyes I see you 
instead of his sexy face.