Rittenhouse کے بول

Tell me all about the last three years and what they meant Was this ever about us or was it me, my friend? Did you ever stop to think that maybe I had got inside your head With all the promises and pretty things I said I'd never let you go Let's put down the gloves Let's not take this any further than right here For you, my dear Let's clean up the mess Let's start right back where we left Pick up right here With you, my dear Tell me all about the last three months and where you went do you ever think of us or how things could've been? You know I bear the weight of everything I let inside my head But I hope you know I meant everything I said I'd never let you go I'd let you walk away