  i wanted to write this while i was walking home.  you know,  it didn't have to end up this way but then,  you never heard what i had to say and i lost it all because i couldn't learn i never let go,  now i watch our bridges burn the wind flows by,  with the time that we spent would be easy to live again,  without that end but you took the brush and you made that last stroke and it tears me inside to see the story we wrote again i watch the sunset alone,  without you without that someone i would've given it all to i wonder if you know that it's you i still miss i wonder if you ever have had a walk like this 
