We All Have Our Own Mysteries

Three days straight
Driving away
Try to escape your problems
Your problem is you

And you're afraid that might be true

Where were you when she needed you
Her world went black and you turned your back

You're cold and lost
Didn't mean to break her heart
You're cold and lost
Didn't mean to break her heart

It'll work itself out you hope
It can't get much worse you know



Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Allen
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