I miss you and I'm trying to
Pick up the pieces of my heart
I see you, and I feel you
And all of the places we've been
And the places will never get to go.
I was eighten, Time to start school
I had to go out on my own
I′d never been away from this house
So I packed up my bags to move to Orlando
From my dad through the window
As I reversed the car, I saw how much
That shoudn′t have been taken away
I miss you and I'm trying to
Pick up the pieces of my heart
I see you, and I feel you
And all of the places we′ve been
And the places will never get to go.
I see you, and I feel you
And all of the places we've been
And the places will never get to go.
All of the places we′ve been
And the places will never get to go.