Why?
To see him walk away I cry
I watch a thousand butterflies die
Wanting him to retrace his steps
To take back the words he said
I lay upon a broken beach
Watching the kids play across the street
Wishing I could have my own
The dog barked down the road
Showing me my way home
An empty house to I return, nothing to call my own
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