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i'm not going to bother you no more
i'm not going to linger 'round anymore
i know when someone's had enough of me
and i'm becoming aware more easily

it's the subtle pitch in your voice
or the lack of thought in your choice
but i can tell that you're bothered
knowing there's nothing i could offer

a trail of tears leading to your door
a river flowing from the eyes i adore
you get further away when i reach out
whispering your intentions out loud

i go home empty handed
losing the advantage
strike one, two and strike three
they never said it's never easy

i hear your words that come across clear
the further you get when i come near
now there's nothing coming from your lips
that's what you get for holding on with death grips

i go home empty handed
losing the advantage
strike one, two and strike three
i never promised i'd take it easy