The road was clear
the streets i used to fear
empty heart
stepped on
punctured
hurt
but that's the end of the start
i understand every bird has to depart
maybe i dumped my script and forgot to play my part
no late night calls and chats
i was busy with the office charts
i forgot all about the sweetheart
work work work i dumped my own feeling at heart
it was for us
girls nights out and vip pass
your car needed gas
i couldn't let you pass a shop without the dress
maybe i never knew how to impress
now am alone i cannot find you no GPS
missing persons case you went without a trace
my heart is now an open door
you still have your place
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