I've been painting every fence I know. Every color bleeds into the same. 'Cause before you go and walk away. Yeah, you better know where you're going. Hey ya, hey ya. You're a wanderer, just like me.
I hate this part. But we can’t keep putting it off. I still care but it’s not enough. And it breaks my heart. To give up and admit we lost. There’s still love but we’re not in love. Why do we keep try