How much more?
On Monday, I'm waiting.
On Tuesday, I'm praying.
Wednesday, I'm fading.
Thursday, I'm crying.
Friday, I'm dying.
How much more of this can I take?
Every minute of the day I'm sitting beside the phone
Waiting for your call.
I'm about to fall
and there's nobody to catch me.
How much more of this can I take?
My heart is at stake.
You tell me you love me,
but this isn't love
this is torture.
On Saturday, I'm on a search for my missing heart.
Sunday, I'm at church
praying to get over you.
But I can't
I will never find another like you
On Tuesday, I'm praying.
Wednesday, I'm fading.
Thursday, I'm crying.
Friday, I'm dying.
How much more of this can I take?
Every minute of the day I'm sitting beside the phone
Waiting for your call.
I'm about to fall
and there's nobody to catch me.
How much more of this can I take?
My heart is at stake.
You tell me you love me,
but this isn't love
this is torture.
On Saturday, I'm on a search for my missing heart.
Sunday, I'm at church
praying to get over you.
But I can't
I will never find another like you
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