Sore

There must be some sort of misunderstanding
It was never my intention to do you wrong
Rumours 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