Crying Under the Stars

Sleepless in the city,
Chewing on your news,
Cars churning up the night,
I didn't know
How could I know?
I'm so on the back foot here.

You've got me questioning,
You've got me crying under the stars,
Why tell me now
How can you help me now?
You were the one I wanted after all.

The End

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