burned every single letter after your phone call And I returned every sweater you bought me from the mall And the tattered pictures I’ve kept deep inside my wall Let me know that I might not be over you at all
I was lost when I first met you looking for a chair But the smile brought me closer couldn’t break my stare But I only had one night to keep you for myself But you were made for something better, bigger than my hell
I will never let you go I will never let you go If you get away but find me standing there I will never let you go
There’s a suitcase where your bag is sewed up from the past And it haunts you like the ghost that’s shackled to your back And I don’t know how to help you stomach all the grief That I see in his reflection showing on your face
I will never let you go I will never let you go If you get away but find me standing there I will never let you go
Compositor: William Richard Fitzsimmons ECAD: Obra #6531003