Some things in my memory never have changed,
the flowers by your bedside and the way your lips would taste.
In all of my freedom I’ve still been so caged,
to girl I fell too hard for and always left a graze.

I spent all my money on substance and spite,
I can’t look in the mirror and see my own eyes.
And though you still hound me, i still try to fight.
the worst part of loving you is that I don’t have to try.
the worst part of loving you is that it never dulls with time.

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