I grabbed a paper,
I put all my memories on it.
I grab a lighter,
I light it on fire.
It burn's brightly when day comes into night,
A struggle i must always fight.
No more am i gonna look back,
And that's a fucken fact.
No more you,
No more her.
Im starting all over,
The music died the day i walked away.
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