I hear the engine of your car.
I can't bear to watch you leave.
You're probably not gonna get too far,
but nothing's changing if I plead.
Either you tell me what I did wrong
or I'll keep making excuses for you.
All I know is that you've moved along.
I'll drown for awhile but I'll make it through.
Now you won't have to see me anymore.
I'm all alone to fight this fear.
If you ever regret slamming that door
please know that you're not welcome here.
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