Sore

There must be some sort of misunderstanding

It was never my intention to do you wrong

Rumors made you leave

Out of reach for me

So much further away now you're almost gone

Here we are now

Making each other cry

Where could this lead us but down

In the morning light

Nothing seems so right

I don't know what they have told you

But trust in me

Are your feeling sore

Reaching out for more

May be what we had be come was not meant to be

Here we are now

Making each other cry

Where could this lead us but down

It's up to you to decide

It's up to you to decide