Sad, Sad, Sad

If you only knew
And if you want me to
Be alone with you
That's all I would do

Only had a few
No way home to you
They don't have a clue
How you got through

Too hard to prove
When you're coming home,
What's to come, who's next to you

Too hard to prove
When you're coming home,
What's to come, who's next to you

Don't wanna go
Don't wanna stay
I played you fair
You slipped away
I should've known
But stayed the same
Now I'm alone
Finally safe

Talk of the town
Finally caved
I could've found
Someone to blame
Prettiest sound
Can't keep me sane
But in a crowd
It's just your face

Too hard to prove
When you're coming home,
What's to come, who's next to you



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Caneva
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