She's at the door with her head held high

You've never taken that way with me before
Did you feel the need for change?
Apologies on your fingernails?
Guilt smeared across your lips?
Nothing has changed

I don't need your tears
I don't want you to hold me
I don't want your love
I just gotta get home



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