I Don't Know

I can't get you off my mind
Painful moments trap me in time
Why must it always be so
Why does love always go

I don't know
I don't know
I don't know

I'm so withered of these ends
I'm so tired and spent
I'm getting way too old
Why does love always grow cold

I don't know
I don't know
I don't know

One day I dream of having a home
One in which I don't spend my nights alone
And my soul isn't filled with empty holes
Tell me now, what must be my toll

I don't know
I don't know
I don't know

Copyright © 2003 Brett Martin Smith
Barely Able But Plenty Willing Music

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