I’m drinking, I’m smoking…

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I’m drinking, I’m smoking,
I’m singing a song.
I want you to call me
But you won’t, I know.

And here’s no people
To cry and to ask
Why does She always
Go to the Past,
I mean our love.

It’s too late to cry and to wait.
And I know, you never will call.

Don’t cry my baby
Wind of change will come
And somebody new
Maybe will want to come

It’s not a time to wait and to cry.
And you know, that crying is ???

I’m drinking, I’ smoking,
I’m singing a song.
And that was a story
Of my own.

My hart is still broken,
You made it yourself,
And here’s no people to help.

It’s too late to cry and to wait.
And I know, you never will call.