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Baby you are making this so easy for me
My hand is slipping away
And your words remind me
And my memories enforce the fact
That I don't care

But I'm sad for you
Because while for me this is a pulling away
For you this must be a tearing,
A ripping of the affections
That you have come to feel towards me

There is nothing I can do to help you
This has happened before
And will again
And as always my role is of the indifferent observer
Unable to muster the sympathy to save you