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i can forgive but how do i forget

when you havent left my cells yet

i would rather bask in pain and regret

and flashbacks to the day we first met

i’m fine being sad, it means you’re still in my head,

because once the memories are gone the love is dead,

I cant do much to get that picture show back so

instead i watch the tape break, shatter, and crack

listening to old voicemails and reading all the texts

how did I turn a miracle into such a mess

wish i could say it was an accident,

all a big mistake,

i knew what i was doing,

guess my cold heart needed the ache

here i am of course

making it all about me

i wonder how you’re doing

if you're happy and free

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