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This desperate hand grasps at yours,
Pleading you to ignore our flaws,
Shut them all away, behind closed doors,
But you vanish from sight with your head held high.

These tears that I shed mean nothing to you,
Those cold brown orbs stare blankly at my blue,
So I ask; 'What can I do'?,
But you vanish from sight with your head held high.

Left in my room is your maroon sweater,
Accompanied by that stupid love letter,
Will you tell me how 'this' is better?
But you vanish from sight with your head held high.

So is this the end?
The last picture you will send?
What do you mean, 'it all depends'?
But you vanish from sight with your head held high.

Description
This desperate hand grasps at yours,
Pleading you to ignore our flaws,
Shut them all away, behind closed doors,
But you vanish from sight with your head held high.

These tears that I shed mean nothing to you,
Those cold brown orbs stare blankly at my blue,
So I ask; 'What can I do'?,
But you vanish from sight with your head held high.

Left in my room is your maroon sweater,
Accompanied by that stupid love letter,
Will you tell me how 'this' is better?
But you vanish from sight with your head held high.

So is this the end?
The last picture you will send?
What do you mean, 'it all depends'?
But you vanish from sight with your head held high.