| I’ve always tried to tell you that someday I’d change
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| That I wouldn’t let you hurt me anymore
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| But you would laugh and say that I would stay the same
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| That I didn’t have the nerve it took to go
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| I’ve locked the house and in the mailbox is the key
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| I only took the things that are my own
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| You’ll regret the words sweetheart you’ve often said to me
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| That I didn’t have the nerve it took to go
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| Every step I take I leave a tear in its place
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| I know that without you I can’t go on
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| But in my mind I hear the same ol' things you told me
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| That I didn’t have the nerve it took to go
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| I’ve taken back the key and I’ve unlocked the door
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| I realized that pride I can’t live on
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| I guess that in my heart you were right all along
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| That I didn’t have the nerve it took to go |