Midnight After Midnight

Midnight after midnight spent thinking of the first time that we met. I pray to go back there. Bend me backwards one more time again. Minute after minute spent thinking of the words you used to say. When love becomes a debt that you caná¢â‚¬â„¢t repay, you become a person too far away. We are not what we were, I am not the same. We are not what we were, now thereá¢â‚¬â„¢s no one left to blame. Day after day, scenes playing in the backround of my head. I was such a fool to become so mislead. Can touch your face one more time again? Hour after hour I become farther away from you. I cannot help but wonder if youá¢â‚¬â„¢re thinking of me too. Can I wake up in your basement one more time? Can I get an honest reason, not your fake replies?