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There's nothing to see here,
I want to you to move on,
I dont want to go but you want to let me go,
I cry and you dont care,
Cause of the things we did,
I dont want to let you go,
I look at you and you feel nothing close,
You wish to touch me but I wont let you get to me,
and you stare out threw the rain,
I run out in front of car,
I will excite no more,
He drops to floor,
Wishes he could of changed,
It's all my fault but he turns around,
He kills himself.