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Many memories now lost

all my actions have a cost

no one stares and looks at me

didn’t know being invisible was so easily

every example goes unnoticed, every action put to rest

along with the memories that were the best

edited me out of your life,

like cutting the strings with a knife

Each dieing moment seems to dry

like the tears I cried

leave me alone left to die

are the choice you made making you smile

the pain shows the truth and your in denial

you said you loved then how come you never tried

lets play pretend, lets play pretend

I bet we good be really good *friends*

when your gone away from here

the windows in aren’t so clear

I cant see thru the red

I cant see thru the red

I cant see...thru

the red.



Fear of rejection

fear of reflection

fear of disconnection

it all brings scars of my collection