I was all alone
We were young, you were like wine
Heady as the fog rolling in
O'er the hillside
Now, I am not the fool I was when I was younger
Crocodile eyes I have seen how you hunger
Fluttering your lashes like ashes and embers
Warm and bright as fire, devouring timber
No, I cannot trust what you say when you're grieving
So, my love, I'm sorry, but still I am leaving
Even when you hunt me with ire, relentless
Batter down my door when you find me defenseless
I will not abide all your raging and reaving
I have set my mind and my will, I am leaving
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