Here's Where The Story Ends - Crystal Bowersox

People I know, places I go

Make me feel time

I can see how, before the dawn

We’re on the inside

Here’s where the story ends

People I see, weary of me

Showing my good side

I can see how, before the dawn

We’re on the inside

Oh, here’s where the story ends

Oh, here’s where the story ends

It’s that little souvenir, of the terrible years

Which makes my eyes feel soar

Oh I’ve never should’ve said

This shoe fits you well

And all that I love

It’s that little souvenir, of the terrible years

Which makes me wonder why

It’s the memory of the

That makes me cross, cross by

Crazy I know, places I go

Make me feel so tired

I can see how, people look down

Right on the outside

Here’s where the story ends

People I see, weary of me

Showing my good side

I can see how, before the dawn

We’re on the inside

It’s that little souvenir, of the terrible years

Which makes my eyes feel soar

And who ever would have thought

Looks what I brought,

Are all that I love

Oh that devil and he’s saying

Go down in the shame

I know where I belong

But the only thing I only really wanted to say

Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

It’s that little souvenir, of the beautiful years

Which makes me smile inside

So I said I’m probably sad

Where is the way

Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

Here’s where the story ends

Here’s where the story ends.