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holding
onto the delusion of you liking me
is like clutching
the edge of a cliff
my fingers are about to tire
bye bye my love
I tried to see genuine interest
in the curious flicker of your eyes
I panned for attraction
in the murky waters of your cool nonchalance
I lied to myself that we could be together
even if you just gave me something
something abstract like
a look that lingered a little longer
a special smile just for me
a warmth you don't give anyone else
if there was only writing on the wall
but you're all wall, no writing
bye bye my love
I'm going to say it until it sticks
until I fall
in the way I never thought I'd fall
but my fingers are about to tire
bye bye my love.