I’m tired of wondering
If you still think of me at all
I’m sick of waiting
For all the barriers to fall

I sit and wait
I contemplate
Doesn’t have to be this way, no

From night to shade
You’ll see my face
Melancholy serenade, yeah

You were my religion
You could be the chosen one
You were my obsession
You can make me come undone

Counting the days
Hoping the magic lingers
Hauting the rains
Cuz you slipped through my fingers

Counting the days
Hoping the magic lingers
Hauting the rains
Cuz you slipped through my fingers

Counting the days
Hoping the magic lingers
Hauting the rains
Cuz you slipped through my fingers

Counting the days
Hoping the magic lingers
Hauting the rains
Cuz you slipped through my fingers

*Thank youuuuu*

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