Frozen into the night, I would of been the one to get away.
Holding back the promises, that you should have paid.
Maybe next time I would have been enough.
But times are getting tough.
Laying my sorrows out so you know I haven't lied.
Maybe next time it's our final goodbyes.
Standing at the edge of tomorrow.
Wiping away all our sorrows.
Maybe next time I will be ready to carry on.
Dragging everything away that left us not to be strong.
Maybe next time our luck may change into happiness.
Instead we got pushed into this big mess.
I'm dying inside, I must confess..
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