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It's after midnight and I'm on the phone, wishing you were here, to have you, to hold.
It scares me to death to know that you're leaving,and not on the phone, where I can hear you breathing.
I know it's selfish and I know it's wrong, but I don't want you to go, don't want to know that you're gone.
I tty to tell myself to hold onto these moments as they pass, and try to hang onto the memories, try to make them last.
But what can I do and what can I say to make you look at me in that way?
I don't know if I tried or just not enough to matter, I just wanted you to know that it's your heart that I was after.
I can't get you out of my head or my heart, can't stand to think of us growing apart.
I guess this is my way of saying good-bye, I didn't want to see you hurting and didn't want to see you cry.
So when I look back on this day, I hope it can mean a little bit more to you in this way.


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