And I'll lie here on the floor.
Shaking with what I know wont be anymore.
So many things gone now.
So many things never to be heard.
And I'll pick myself up.
Fear flowing through my makeshift, hand crafted soul.
Recycle what we've got.
Recycle what we've lost.
And I'll forget it ever happened.
Remembering wont be on the agenda tonight.
Let it go, they're walking away.
Let it go, please just stay.
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