at17-I'dgoback

IfIcouldrun
I'druntoyourdoor
I'dputyourblanketovermyhead
andforgetitall
IfIcouldgoback
backintomypast

I'dgobacktomyhome

whenshestolemysoul
whenIwasbegginghernottolosecontrol

backtomyhome

standingrightbesideme


madnesswhichnowdepressesme
SoI'velived'tillnow
caressingeverydawn
butafraidtotouch
tryingtoexplain
mywordsjusthideinpain
'coznomatterhowthestoryistold
nooneknows
whenIwasbegginghernottolosecontro