I'm sorry I'm a burden,
count the hours, count the days;
'Til I won't be here anymore,
and off your shoulders falls this weight.
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I hate the way you look
at me,
when I ask something from you;
Seems lately I can see that look,
in everything I do.
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I know I must leave soon,
it's better for both of us;
for I lost something you've never had,
a simple thing called trust.