Its when I wandered why there are cracks remain when a mirror breaks...
Sitting back and thinking right
About the past to be lost from my site
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I call it a memory
its quite devastating
where ever I go
it keeps on following
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Time has waves tends to change
Young ones never understand the same
That was the time a quest to reason
Once we acquire that nothings in treason
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I saw myself curled with my arms around my knees
Wondering things that doesn't make me please
How I wish I could come out and see the light
Why shouldn't I forget the things and stop to fight
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This whole time I was lost to find
Squabbling with myself tossing it blind
The reason to get back to me
The time I always left behind
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