Lyrics

Rumors flying and the gossip cuts the city like a blade
”How could the girl just go and throw away that pretty life they made?”
People have a way of seeing what they want to see.

He tried so hard to make her fit that vision painted in his brain
Just when does jealousy and love become a little bit insane?
He always had a way of stealing what she gave for free
and I hear him saying

Where are you going? Who will you see?
My Claire, don’t spend your time with anyone but me

You and I both know things aren’t always quite the way they seem
One person’s nightmare might appear to be another’s lovely dream
Everybody’s got a different version of how it’s supposed to be
I still hear him saying

Where are you going? Who will you see?
My Claire, don’t spend your time with anyone but me