I called it quits
when I hung up the phone
figured I was better
going at it alone
like a tumbleweed once here
now windblown and gone
more heartache from you
than I'd ever known
go to the closet
for my traveling shoes
pack a few things
leave the rest for you
maybe the closure
will leave me a bruise
next time I'll be
more careful who I choose
it'll take me some time
to rebuild my heart
I knew this before
the decision to depart
but ours was a love
tired from the kickstarts
always the understudy
never the lead part
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