Old arguments drift through my door,
all I can think is that your voice must be sore.
Staying here is your chore,
But I don't need to be waited for.
Just leave, the way you want to.
We'll go our separate ways, forsaking our petty issues.
I'll go back to the start, everything anew.
And though you never apologized, I'll forgive you.
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