• STOP!!
    STOP NOW!!
    Don't pretend you don't know what you're doing
    Your suitcase is packed
    Your cellphone and Ipod attached
    Your eyes just say it all
    Don't talk me out of this
    We knew this was going to happen
    To end
    I beg of you
    Think of Me
    Think of Your desicion
    Don't leave me hanging
    I didn't mean those things I was yelling
    You know how I am
    You grab the handle to the door.
    I see you made your choice
    You take that last foot out the door
    "We're through"
    The door slams
    With all my memories down the drain
    As I fell to the floor
    With tears and all
    I cried myself to sleep knowing
    That you had choose her