My Memories...
they hurt me
I can't accept it
but I know it's true
My Yesterdays...
they paint on me
bitter, bitter shades
of melancholy blue
I am a puppet of my past
I have cut my strings
I am falling fast
I am waiting for the impact
I believed in things that couldn't last
I'm fighting but I fail to stay intact
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