Clearer

I spent, all last summer trying To figure out where i was headed next, What i could still call mine. And on the last day of july he stepped off the porch for the last time, He wouldnt look at me...

It's nothing they say She bangs away How long will she play And push us away We have no idea Of her secret Suffering so we Have no idea Of all the things she needs Should've been clearer Should've...