Where'd you go
Leaving me all lost and broken
Leaving me a story that can't be spoken
My heart was so true
So much pain it has been through
Wasn't it my turn..
Oh wasn't it my turn to be loved by you?
My tears cry out your name
The picture of yesterdays doesn't leave my mind
May be tomorrow holds glory and fame for you
Good things always walk away from blind
I should have left you when you were broken
I shouldn't have let you lean on my shoulder
I should have left when you were bleeding
I shouldn't have helped you to grow stronger
Tomorrow has come, seasons have changed
Blood on my wrist still calls out your name
Where'd you go
Leaving me all lost and broken
Leaving me a story that can't be spoken
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