The phone dropped from my grip.
When I saw you were done with it.
I knew something was up with you.
Dredding what I knew was true.
Why didn't I connect it before,
It was laying in front of me on the floor.
Waiting for me to walk over it.
And waiting for me to throw a fit.
But you know I wont, the decision is yours.
I cant stop you, fix it, or give you 'what for's.
I know the result of this, it isnt nice.
But for this choice there's always a price.
I'm going to give hugs, bow, then walk away.
Because this is yours and your price to pay.
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