Not Erased
I wish I could delete the memories
Just like the messages
But the hurt will remain
No doubt it will return.
Staring for hours at your words
Realizing they’re lies, I whimper and cry
Composing all these notes of sadness
Drives me to the edge of madness
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- There for me
- Impudent
- Unwritten; Written
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- She, Part II
- Can It Be
- Change
- Walls, part 1
- Parasite
- Why, part 1
- Trapped in my head
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- The Shiny
- The Eagle
- Tears aren’t there
- Stepping Stone [Stepped On]
- Someone New
- Small Change Or None At All
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- Ode to Toilet
- Ode to Flagpole
- Ode to Cheese
- Not Erased
- No One
- La Luna
- I’m the Puppet
- For all the ones who went through hell, part 1
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