Chorus.
Where'd you go
I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever
That you've been gone
V1.
I struggle to find the right words for this
How do I tell someone just how much that I miss
The every little thing, that they did or said
That made me feel like I had the fairytale from books I read
Believe me, I never thought I could push you away
For trying so hard to impress you with the words I could say
The person that I could fake, could never replace
What you gave to this mistake, this one you erased
I find myself trying to stay by the phone
Hoping for a call in the times I feel so alone
But I feel like an idiot, hoping and praying
For something that'll never happen, not in this life that I'm staying
Bridge.
So, I want you to know, I'm a little broken up
Being stuck here waiting, at times debating
Asking you if you've forgiven me, or simply forgotten
But either way, it's too late now, and I'm singing
Chorus.
Where'd you go
I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever
That you've been gone
V2.
You know, this person I used to be
Used to fake my way to gains just for me
Used to change who I was, just to get some attention
Not once thinking I'd left with nothing but a confession
Of my faults and my flaws, every single lost cause
Stuttering and mumbling excuses to mocking applause
Trying to pick it back up, then the final straw fell
Now you've left and I'm here, nothing more left to tell
Bridge.
So, I want you to know, I'm a little broken up
Being stuck here waiting, at times debating
Asking you if you've forgiven me, or simply forgotten
But either way, it's too late now, and I'm singing
Chorus.
Where'd you go
I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever
That you've been gone
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.