In the heat of the fight; I walked away. Ignoring words that you were saying, Tryna make me stay. I said, "This time I had enough." And you've called a hundred times, But I'm not pickin' up. 'Cause I'm so mad, I might tell you that it's over. But if you look a little closer
I said, "Leave," but all I really want is you To stand outside my window, throwing pebbles; screaming, "I'm in love with you." Wait there in the pourin' rain, Come back for more. And don't you leave, 'cause I know all I need is on the other side of the door...
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