It is hard to draw the line
Tortured by the past
Maybe this squiggle is really a sign
That I should just forget you fast
But I can't and I don't want you to
Its not right to hold these memories of you
I rather die than not hear your voice
But you're already made your choice
This is the end
Close your eyes and count to ten
I can't believe we are here again
Oh how I tried to fight but to no gain
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