It’s not Over Tonight

I asked her to stay but she wouldn’t listen
And she left before I had a chance to say
The word that would mend the things that were broken
But now it’s far too late she’s gone away
Everynight you cry yourself to sleep
Thinking why does this happen to me?
Why does every morning have to be so hard?
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