the clock strikes three and I'm still awake, 
in fact I've been up for four days straight, 
you're filling my thoughts and fucking my emotions, 
should I let you go or should I try to make you mine again? 

now the question comes to mind, 
did I have in the first place? 
from the first dance, 
to the very last kiss, 
I'm not gonna try to convince you again, 
there isn't any more romance, 
but I'm dead since she said 

let's be friends, 
I don't love you, 
let's be friends, 
what else can we do, 
maybe one day it'll work out, 
but I'm not gonna wait around, 
no more 

look me in the eyes, 
tell me the truth, 
would you still say it back, 
if I told you that I loved you, 
I guess its really, 
time that I moved on, 
but before I do, 
I'll write you one more song