What's Going, Goes

It’s only fair I let you go.
But now I’m scared of being alone.
You told me, 'babe, what’s going, goes'
I don’t know why our love grew old.
Perhaps the wind chilled both our souls.
What’s going, goes.
I left my home when I was young.
I told my dad, take care of mom.
He said to me,'now don’t be long;
you have the skills, you write the songs'.
But don’t be dumb, your father knows
what’s going, goes.
I wish my heart was strong as nails
but sadly I am very frail.
But that’s okay, I wear a veil
my silly jokes and tounge of steel.
When we’re alone you’ll come to know
what’s going, goes.