Down The Street

I walk down the street,
And think about what you said.

“If you walk out that door,
Don’t you ever come back.”

But did you mean it,
Whether you did or not, I left.

I packed up my bag,
And walked out that door.

I walk down the street,
My bag on my back.

And I don’t think I can stop,
Cause if I do…

I know that I won’t get back up.