Its 3: 57 in the morning
all i can do is write
thinking of you
has kept me up late this night
I wish i could rewind
all the time in the world
take back my mess up
get it all outa' your head
i wanted to tell you something
just 3 little words
but now there forever silenced
cuz of a stupid little bird
he showed you what i said
but i dont really care
cuz all ill ever know
is i was never there
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