Having To Let Go [Triolet]

Baby, I just can't live my life this way;
I'm sorry, but I have to let you go.
I've made up my mind - there's nothing left to say.
Baby, I just can't live my life this way.
Dragging myself through each day,
With nothing really to show.
Baby, I just can't live my life this way;
I'm sorry, but I have to let you go.

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A Triolet is an 8-lined poem where the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat as do the 2nd and 8th.
Rhyme scheme is ABaAaAB where capitals represent refrains.