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I remember us talking about
Those things we never wanted to be
The things we didn’t want to see
The places to which we would never flee
But now it’s too late for all three…
You’ve sunk so low, you’ve gone so far
You’ve lost yourself and it’s so hard
For me… to bear…
You don’t realize how many you’ve hurt
Now in my eyes your nothing but dirt
But please… come back from your death
Can’t take this anymore…