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I'm looking back on all my frustration,

noticing it all starts with harmless conversation,

until it becomes a desired equation,

then you get left waiting at the station,

take the waitin and leave for the bay,

leave her with silence, no response for her hey,

all she has been is a gap in my way,

ever since the day i was told there's nothing more to say,

was I in the way? did i bring you down?

admit it, when you left i made not one sound,

but the air around me drives me away,

until i remember your smile some other day,

then what do you say, couldn't be enough,

so i began to give being he up,

then you said this me couldn't give you enough,

so i began givin you up.