When you walked out of my door,
My heart lay broken, on the floor.
The memories burn brightly, in my mind.
Someday, perhaps, you'll meet your own kind.
Someone who will walk away from view.
See what that does to you.
When you walked out of my door,
My heart lay broken, on the floor.
The memories burn brightly, in my mind.
Someday, perhaps, you'll meet your own kind.
Someone who will walk away from view.
See what that does to you.