If you put your cigarette down
If you put your cigarette down
If you put your cigarette down, you'll figure out the pain is self-afflicted
Now you're addicted, to hating the love that I'm giving you
What will you do, when I'm gone?
Do I have to go away to make you love me?
Do I have to go away to make you love me?
Will you put your cigarette down?
Will you put your cigarette down?
Will you put you cigarette down, so we can talk 'bout how far we have drifted?
Never predicted, too late to fix everything we've been through
What will you do, when I'm gone?
Do I have to go away to make you love me?
Do I have to go away to make you love me?
I hate to see you cry, but you're the reason why
It's over
You brought this on yourself, you're screaming "what the hell?"
It's over
Do I have to go away to make you love me?
Do I have to go away to make you love me?
(Don't know what you have 'till it's gone)
(Don't know what you have 'till it's gone)
(Don't know what you have 'till it's gone away)
(Don't know what you have 'till it's gone)
(Don't know what you have 'till it's gone)
(Don't know what you have 'till it's gone away)