If you don't need me
let me go
If you don't want me
tell me so
I can't live there
on your Whimb
I shouldn't be here
with my out streatched limb
My hand is welcoming
my arms are wide
But you walk away
and leave like the tide
Today you came back
But I'm here to let you know
This abuse you call love
is crusifiying my soul
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