Where do You Go?

About a night ago,
I threw in my gloves.

I shouldn't speak about the fight,
Cause' jealouseys in season
And i wouldn't dare be breathin'

Next to
My reason
To breathe
And be.

I spill all of me.
Hear me out.

Where do you go?
Please, where do you go?
I wanna' know
I want to know.