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It always disappears when I need it the most.

These paths cross but they're never one and the same.

I should just leave because I can't stand another day.

There's nothing here that should ever bear this name.



These eyes see things you'll never see.

One day it wasn't like this.

I wish that day was here again.



Now nothing ever crosses the line.

Everything just leaves me behind.

I wish someone would just look twice,

Instead of always passing me by.



This is why I make this exit,

Although you won't see me go.

That is why I'm dead and empty,

So I don't really need to die.

This is all I've never said to you;

You wouldn't listen anyhow.

And this is the end,

Now I must leave you

Even though you never knew I was here.



This is the end.

I'll have no more of this.

No more looking for what I'll never find.

Always wanting what I can never have.

Wanting to tell you anything, but never finding the words.

Wishing there could be anything, but always left with nothing.

So this is the end.