No More Me

It’s game, set, match to you

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I can see it’s time to surrender
There’s no point in fighting anymore,
I’ll pack up all you’ve left behind
And walk you out the door.

There’s very little point
In holding a love that’s died,
Our love used to be so easy
That we never really tried.

I surrender now, you win
I’ve only to look into your eyes,
You’re dreaming of the future
Hoping freedom is your prize.

I know that I’ll miss
The phone calls late at night,
The hours in front of my TV
And the times you held me tight.

You’ll find someone to replace me
And keep you from the cold,
On the days you’re feeling low
It’ll be in their arms you fold.

So it’s game, set, match to you
I’ll let you go without a fight,
So see the white flag flying
I’ll kiss you goodbye tonight.