Needing, needing
All at once comes the silence
Begging, pleading
No more emotional violence
The withdrawal into pain
The result to never need again
Is this love?
I think not, I want out
This love affair is over
Gone, gone, gone
It's so sad
What we had
Gone, gone, gone
Bleeding, bleeding
Then comes the recognition
Anger seething
I don't need your permission
You're in too deep
You cannot keep
The promises you made
Our happiness was free
The end of love
The end of the dream
And I don't know who you are
And this thing has gone too far
Is this love
I think not
I want out
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