As I look over my life my memories in front,
They bring me pleasure like the first hit from a blunt,
They bring me pain like a stab 2 the heart,
And fill me with regret like filling a cart,
I search 4 the answer and what do I see,
Nothing except a growing darkness within me,
I feared 2 lose what was dear,
So like a tear,
I fall and dissolve,
If there was a chance 2 gain back what I've lost,
Without a thought I would whatever the cost,
For true happiness all I need is you,
In my eyes you are why the sky is blue,
And why I hurt so bad for that I'm glad,
My love is mad because of what it once had
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