You give up awful easy for a man
who seemed sincere. So why is that - am I
too stupid, foolish, just not worth a damn?
Or are you bored, or mad, or did you lie?
Because perhaps you did. You like to say
you're perfect, like you can do no wrong.
And I'm the one that falls and fails, that pays
too much for my errors. I'll join the throng
of spurned women, pretend to cry - but sir
to call it done so soon? To just give up?
It's not your style, shouldn't be. Give more
before you let me go. Wring out every drop.
It's not my choice, I'll let you let me go
but I would rather push, just so you know.
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