John,
I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think now it's too young
to be met with the girl in the dress?
Cry the whole
way home
To give love and take it away
Dear John,
I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be missed
with the girl in the dress?
Cry the whole way home
Dear John,
I see it all now that was wrong Don't
you think I was too young to be played
by a dark,
twisted game?
I'm sorry for keeping my eyes blurry
It's how I love myself
I see it all now that you're gone Don't
you think I was too young to be messed
With the girl in the dress?
Probably
No
Oh
I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed
With the girl in the dress?
Probably No