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If you wanna leave, i won't stop you,

not a turnstile so i won't hop you,

gladly i paid the fee and stood on your platform,

never to know waiting was going to cause me harm,

only deal with the storm, sunny days are never,

at least i finally found out, feeling better,

don't ask why i let her, hear my voice,

she wasn't here by force, she was here by choice,

now just her thought is fought like the word moist,

cause who the hell changed her to a Jim Joyce?

biw again hear my voice, i don't regret i tried,

don't even regret when you left all i said was ok bye,

never shed one tear for her even though i tried,

but the gust on cold wind and no blinking made me cry,

or was it the picture in my cell on my side,

that one with your eyes closed, making a kiss face with pride.