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It is only a quarter til eleven at night,
But times has changed, so it feels twelve;
And I do not feel I am that much right,
Because she has me worried all by myself.

After many women have hurt me,
She seems to be the one to understand;
Yet I feel as though I treat her dirty,
And I believe that I led her to another man.

I regret the things that I once said,
Because the tables have been turned;
I wish to erase all mistake I made,
As I see that hardship is a lesson learned.

I put this very heart of mine on radar,
In a desperate effort to find hers again;
I am too emotional to compass a star,
If a starry dusk and lunic night are akin.

As I realize tonight has a full moon,
Nothing's as scary as I worry on Halloween;
Tonight, the trick is getting no call soon,
And the treat is for us to somehow convene.

Tossing and turning through the night,
I cannot get any shut eye because of me;
For me to lose her, just will not do tonight,
Because I do not believe she does love me.