When the canvas is dropped and the stars brighten
When the moon hangs low and looks as a crescent
When my heart has a longing that is incessant
I think of the thing that we had
I think of how I miss you so bad
I think of the ways I screwed up
I wish you knew twasn't my cup
I acted out of and I acted wrong
I hurt you when I wasn't strong
Please look my way just one more time
Give me one last chance to make you mine
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