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Well I stare a the hole in my hands and I wath you slip away and I feel if I'd only done better than the maybe I could make you stay Then I star at the hole inn my hands and I can't remember things I say hour to hour, sentence to sentence, day to day Well I could but I don't I should but I won't It's laughable There's and empty space in my bed me be's to big these days even as I hold you I'm letting you go somewhere there's an empty space in my heart when my frends say boy now you'rre free cause freedom's not a ring around your finger I can tell 'em it's a memory Well I could but I don't I should but I won't Having to tell someone goodbye Having to find a place to hide when all you feel these days is empty inside From Letras Mania