Right in front for you to see, yet still you look away,
In vain attempts to banish me, clear me off your way.
And still I stand, so stubborn, never moving back,
There is no choice, never was- just stuck here on this track.
When you're done trying, looking past me like a ghost,
You'll see that it's not you, it's me who needs you most.
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