'Cause you really hurt me I got to go Once upon a time on the same side But no, you let me go Oh you really hurt me Once upon a time somebody ran Somebody ran away saying, "Fast as they can" Once upon a time we fell apart You're holding in your hands

Talk about, judgement Speakin' to me with the people I'm leadin' em underway But you got it all wrong Let ye cast no judgement upon thy neighbor Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed In the wicked ways of the world God gives the remission

Maybe it's just not our time (our time) You got your life, I got mine (I got mine) You're too far away, let's be real (let's be real) To get too attached, let's be real (let's be real) But baby, on the other hand We be kicking it, can't find nothing

But I got nothing No magic words To stop your leaving I'm just blank To end this hurt I'm starring into a space Prayin' please, please let me think of something 'Cause I got nothing It's my third cup of coffee

I know it all gets a little crazy But I got faith in you and me I know it's hard but'll never faze me 'Cause you let me let it be (Out of these handcuffs) You're the only one who doesn't try to change me Or strain me to take it all off And for the first

Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen and radio You chase autographs every night You write fan mail through the day You keep your great big head in the scrapbook Yes, and you throw the cookbook away

Baby, let me be good to you I'll do anything you want me to Your love has brought me around Every time I was feeling down But I'm so glad you give me everything I got Now sit in your easy chair What you wantâ??I'll bring it there Even good can be better

Your heart's a mess You won't admit to it It makes no sense But I'm desperate to connect And you, you can't live like this The pieces of your heart And let me peer inside

Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen and radio You chase autographs every night You write fan mail through the day You keep your great big head in the scrapbook Yes, and you throw the cookbook away

How you doing today? Are you sitting in the madman's hands again? No, I don't wanna let you down I'm not gonna lie, I'm not a nice nice guy But I tried and tried but I don't know why 'Cause when I put my head down sleeping I got this tiny little feeling