I don't know how I can do without

Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door.
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before.
I'm a little drunk and I need you now.
I said I wouldn't call but I lost all control
I guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all.


S.Y

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