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And so I have to go away,

'A retreat' you've coined, in the nicest way.

'The funny farm', 'mental home' I say.

I wish it didn't have to be this way.

And so I have to go away,

And here, without me, you will stay.

You'll cross your fingers, kneel and pray,

That everything will be okay.

And so I have to go away,

But no magnitude of help will change the way,

You're in my head each single day.

You're mine, regardless, come what may.