And you had dirty jeans
with worn out seams and greasy stains
The bottom of your winter coat
blew in the wind as you walked away
And I had a bag with cigarette butts
and empty bottles from the hall
Wrappers from the floor
and writing from the wall
Your eyes were dark and your lips were thin
Kyra, why'd you go?
Our last real talk
was by the river walk at 4am
We both started going off
but I figured it was just the liquor talking
Then you got your point across
with that one turn of your head
And I suddenly saw I'd lost
the one good thing I had
Your eyes were dark and your lips were thin
Now I suppose that you're with him
Kyra, why'd you go?
Was it all so bad
If I could change would you come back?
Kyra, why'd you go.
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Copyright 2007, Charlie Cheney