call me when you're sober

Don't cry to me; If you loved me, you would be here with me. You want me? Come find me. Make up your mind. Should've let you fall, Lose it all, So maybe you can remember yourself. Can't keep believing, We're only deceiving Ourselves, and I'm sick of the lie. And you're too late. Don't cry to me; If you loved me, you would be here with me. You want me? Come find me. Make up your mind. Couldn't take the blame, Sick with shame. Must exhausting to lose your own game. Selfishly hated, No wonder you're jaded, You can't play the victim this time... ...And you're too late. Don't cry to me; If you loved me, you would be here with me. You want me? Come find me. Make up your mind. You'll never call me when you're sober. You only want it 'cause it's over, Ah, it's over. How could I have burned paradise? How could I? You were never mine. So, don't cry to me; If you loved me, you would be here with me. Don't lie to me. Just get your things. Make up your mind.

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