That it explains it all,
But am I looking for a reason,
Not to let the cleaver fall.
It would free you of some blame,
Make it less like it's your choice.
You don't intend to break my heart.
It's just your inner voice,
Making it hard to see,
That your choices, your decisions,
Are driving a wedge of resentment,
Are causing our divisions.
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