Nocturnal
(Sometimes) I think
about how we used to be
(I lay) pondering the good times
before you broke my heart
and I was (up)
missing you at all hours
I think about your smile
laugh and voice (and cry)
It all floods my mind
and haunts me (all night)
into the morning
I miss you and it is
tearing me apart
I have put up with it all
(long) enough to kill anyone
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