you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest. I'm a crumbled up piece of paper laying here, cause I remember it all too well.

Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it. I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it.


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