To find yourself alone,
And does it make you mad,
To find that I have grown.
I'll bet it hurts so bad,
To see the strength that I have shown.
When you answer the door pick up the phone,
You wont find me cause I'm not coming home.
You do not know how much this hurts me,
To say these things that I don't want to say,
But have to say them anyway,
I would do anything to end your suffering,
But you would rather walk away.
'I'm giving up on giving you my heart.'
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