Don't you think I was too young to be messed with? Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you Counting my footsteps, Praying the floor won't fall through, again My mother accused me of losing

I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone There’s gonna be some rainy Sundays I know you don’t believe that, you’re wrong I know you don’t believe that, but you’re wrong Wishing one day, I’ll see you again Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself But I know you’re

Do you ever really know? Can you ever really know? I can't read your mind though I'm trying all the time There's something I don't know, I can see it in your eyes When you're gone again But I am left in awe of the woman I adore Cupped hand is burning ice

I should've said something Whoa oh oh oh So we board up the windows we used to look through Yeah, I should've said something to you I should've said something to you When I saw you walk away Instead, I did nothing You're gone and it's too late