And you'll do it subtly ,the walking away
You'll want to make a sound, a loud scene perhaps
To know if they'll even notice
what will be gone, what you'd had
But maybe all you'll get back is silence
Like it never made a difference
To them, what you did or what you'd had
And that'll be worse than the walking away
'Cuz then you'll know where you stand
All the walking you did to reach them,
A one way bridge on which you stand alone
In this bizarre tug of war ,
You see that you're the only one holding onto the damn rope.
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