"If you want to say it was a lie

all the times I held your hand

you pushed me aside

say the magic words I'll disappear

wash your hands of me

you'll never see me again

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You don't take my calls anymore

hold my breath and count backwards

waiting for an answer

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You don't meet my gaze anymore

but you can't take your own words back

blame it on my actions

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If you want to tear me apart

smother me with silence

a slow and quiet violence

the distance between us grows

the surface is cracking

as I hold out for your answer

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Tear me apart piece by piece

break up my heart see me bleed

pull at the seams I just need

you to tell me."

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from "Beyond the Pale"