Where do you go with your broken heart in tow? What do you do with the left over you? And how do you know, when to let go? Where does the good go, where does the good go?
Look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive. Look me in the heart and tell me you won't go. Look me in the eye and promise no love's like our love. Look me in the heart and unbreak broken, it won't happen.
It's love that leaves and breaks the seal of always thinking you would be real, happy and healthy, strong and calm, where does the good go?