It's something I have turned away
Somehow I'm letting go
But the memories didn't stay away
Somehow they're getting close
If I just remember the way
Into you and me
I'd get back my feet
Into you and me
One day I dreamed
The path to my past
I woke up and remembered
The painting of my scars
I step up and packed my things
To pick up the broken glass
I can't seem to face my beginning
Nothing left to hide, I'm nothing
Everything I fear, pretending
My selfishness inside I'm crossing
Getting back my blood
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