Purify my filth
And burn away my pain
I'll be okay when I no longer
recognize your name
God let me forget
The way that your hand felt in mine
And the feeling I would get
When I would look into your eyes
Dry up all my tears
Silence all my screams
I'll be okay when you no longer
Haunt me in my dreams
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