She grabs her magazines
She packs here things and she goes
She leaves the pictures hanging on the wall, she burns all
Her notes and she knows, she's been here too few years
To feel this old

If anybody ever had a heart, he wouldn't be alone
He knows, she's been here too few years, to be gone

says:
credo
says:
too sad

And we always say, it would be good to go away, someday
But if there's nothing there to make things change
If it's the same for you I'll just hand

The trouble understand, is she got reasons he don't
Funny how he couldn't see at all, 'til she grabbed up her coat
And she goes, she's been here too few years to take it all in stride
But still it's much too long, to let hurt go(you let her go)
And we always say, it would be good to go away, someday
But if there's nothing there to make things change
If it's the same for you I'll just hand
T

The same for you
Well I always say, It would be good to go away
But if things don't work out like we think
And there's nothing there to ease this ache
But if there's nothing there to make things change
If it's the same for you I'll just hang

Sad, but truth?? The truth in my heart. As sad as it may be to look inside, inside our hole, the pain still there, and it's shouting all over my ears, since the day I've packed my things and gone, gone, to where I could never return...

truth?

silence...

yes I know...
I am sorry
to disturb
with my pain
won't knock again