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Closing the Door Somewhere inside of me, a switch has been flipped, a trigger tripped, a wire snipped; I’m coming unglued, lost in the chaos of rage I take my stage, prepared to turn the page. I’m numb – forget the pain, I don’t feel the coldness of the rain, or give a damn about the stain. I gave everything I had, Gave every last tear; I offered every piece of me, Even through the fear. Now I’ve got nothing left, I have nothing left to give. I gotta’ start over again – try to remember how to live. I tried to warn, gave a cry of alarm, and threw up my arms, begging you to restrain the harm And you threw me aside – laughed and lied as a part of me died inside – then wondered why I cried. Now you want me to go back, to put myself back on that track and wait for your attack – it’s the desire I lack. I gave you everything I had, And you threw it all away. Gave you every last chance, To make me want to stay. Now I’ve shut that door; Built up that protective wall And you want it all to change, But I don’t think I can answer your call. I’m not usually a quitter, definitely not a forgetter, but I can’t be your heart-sitter; I gotta’ take care of me this time; hold onto my last dime, even as I spill this rhyme. I know it’s true; it’s almost over for me and you, holding on is more than I can do. I gave you everything I was; Now I’m taking it all back. I gave you every opportunity, But you couldn’t stay on track. Now it’s over and done. I’m not the one crying anymore, And you can’t fix it this time I’ve already closed the door.
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