Just a thought as I look off into space,
I must have been thinking of the tracks on your face,
When I shut the door and threw out the key,
When I gave up on you, like you gave up on me.
I packaged my boxes and bundled my bags,
The things I called riches had turned into rags,
I locked up your drawer and never looked back,
I turned out the lights, like you turned my life black.
I closed out my memories and quit on my brain,
The things I called joy I now called insane,
You made a choice, so I did my fuckin part,
I locked up my mind, and I locked out my heart. |
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