“I remember all the things we said we'd do And how not a single thing we said was true”
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“I remember all the things we said we'd do And how not a single thing we said was true”
“There is a voice in my head that is only silenced by the scratching of my pen”
“I'm sick of the images trapped in my head I'm sick of being preoccupied with the dead”
“Traveling down a road of self-destruction With no room for any reconstruction”