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Staying is more than a state of mind,
It is the power on which I was brought up,
But it seems that I must leave it behind,
I see that if I subject myself be caught up.

Staying is something I can no longer do,
I cannot see myself tolerating this anymore;
You do not need me to be with or love you,
Because you have repeated it often before.

It hurts to trust,
It burns to believe in an us.

Staying is the end of the rest of my life,
Because I do not want to argue or cry;
I do not feel you are not material of a wife,
And I do not wish to persist living a lie.

Staying is giving you just more leeway
To be disinterested and insatiable again;
I have given more than my best everyday,
Yet you did not appreciate what is given.

It hurts to fuss,
It stings to believe my trust.

Staying is wrong for me do in your favor,
Once you want to condemn me at times;
Our love has lost its very own sweet savor,
You have become bitter as the ripe limes.

Staying is neither really right nor grand,
When I tried to be please night in and out;
The situations has gotten way out of hand,
And you are now one that I can do without.

It hurts to stay in love
It pricks to believe in love;
What I am trying to say,
Is that it hurts me to stay.

... I do not wish to with you anymore,
And I know where I can find the door.