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It's 12:45 a.m. don't get your hopes up, It's not what we wished for, I wouldn't expect anything less from you. You're the first one to call me out on this, So trusting to watch me drive away! I'd rather be your angel, than your reason for crying Better your dream than a reason for dying I'm trying, The tears between the tile prove otherwise Call it in the air. both sides of this will start to fair As each day passes I'm starting to, get better, at keeping up with you And writing all these letters to you at 12:45 a.m. The words escape me, my heart is racing, I'll admit its not the best of times This avenue explored, I'm just afraid of losing What I'm used to, I'm so content with what I've got I hope that when I'm back, I'll be right back with you Am I your angel, since your not crying Your in my dream, instead of dying Write me back, one last time, I won't forget ever From Letras Mania