Where do You Go?
About a night ago,
I threw in my gloves.
I shouldn't speak about the fight,
Cause' jealouseys in season
And i wouldn't dare be breathin'
Next to
My reason
To breathe
And be.
I spill all of me.
Hear me out.
Where do you go?
Please, where do you go?
I wanna' know
I want to know.
