If time is all I had,
I'd waste it all on you.
Each day I'll turn it back.
It's what the broken hearted-do.
I'm tired of talking to an empty space.
Of silences keeping me awake.

When you marry and you look around
I'll be somewhere in that crowd,
Torn up that it isn't me.
When you're older and the memories fade,
I know I'll still feel the same, yeah
For as long as I live.

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