Lyrics
Run
The streets from the south
To your bedroom door
Knowing not what is to come
I've seen it all before
Crushed
I'm sick to my stomach
You can see it on the floor
I'm sorry
I didn't mean to
It's reflexive I'm sure
At some point
It had to end
Years into days, months, weeks instead
Moments
To memories
We have gone through the pain
Well drought comes in many forms
We'll live through the rain
So why
Is it sad we have to go
I've waited
Months and maybe years
Growing along with you
I learned to love without you