Wouldn't it just be easier to simply admit I want you more then I wanted back when I had you?
But admitting would only crack my heart even deeper, when your lips spelled the words of my feelings' demise : YOU'VE HAD YOUR CHANCE.
When I think more than I want to think
I do things I never should do
I drink much more than I ought to drink
Because it brings me back you...
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