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I let my mind think back to a time.
A place where I can drift off, and be 
free.
Laugh incessantly, heartbeats that 
sound like African drums, the 
clambering of the words love, 
happy, trust fallin' from our lips.

I love these sweet memories, they 
can taint the saddest part of me.
Back when I was free from this thing 
called heart break.
Even in times of celebration I always 
feel the faint ache.

The tears I cry are like acid rain.
I gotta think back to happier times 
or I'll crumble.
I'll fall for the world to see, not as 
strong of a girl I used to be. 
I always STUMBLE.
With my head down I say that 
shamefully.

There's a risk in love, a gamble you 
see. 
It's all smoke and mirrors until 
things get real.
Realer than 5,000 soldiers standing 
ready, guns drawn—ready to attack.
Can you imagine that? 

I'm going through an internal war. 
Battling feelings, feelings that are 
just that feelings.
I wanna take these feelings and 
compress them into a ball, into the 
abyss they would flow.

We can't always get what we want.
I'd give anything to get that old 
thing back.
Give my left arm to have me back.
She's not ever returning, she'll 
never be the same. 
Next time I'm being extra careful, 
because if it happens again maybe 
it's me to blame.

I'm tired of this pain.
So, I let my mind think back to a 
time.
A place where I can drift off, and be 
free.
Laugh incessantly, heartbeats that 
sound like African drums, the 
clambering of the words love, 
happy, trust fallin' from our lips.
I love these sweet memories, they 
can taint the saddest part of me.

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