I'm stopping my loving you
Or enjoy the things you do.
What you say is never true.
Being with you makes me blue.
You make fun of how I talk.
And don't like the way I walk.
All you do is moan and squawk.
Never shut up like a clock.
So, now it's very clear
For every one's ear to hear
Why I'm going to disappear
And stop loving you, my dear.
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