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I was waiting for you,

I thought that maybe,

Maybe we would work it out,

There was still a chance

It all went down hill

When you said

You found another pill,

Maybe we could still work it out,

I had my fingers crossed,

I had my fucking fingers crossed

Am I even on your mind?

You're still here,

You were my high, love

And then I crashed down to earth

With this liquid poison pouring

Down my eyes

I can't stop thinking about your face,

I can't stop yearning for your taste,

I had my fucking fingers crossed,

I poured myself out for you,

Every day I died for you

I don't even know what to do

I can't stop thinking about you

Can we still make it work?