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The Past Should Stay Dead
Tearing at this bed,
These soiled sheets cannot be changed,
For once this is where I belong,
Just underneath the truth I've made,
This time has slipped away,
This feeling has never gone away,
When next to nothing I shine,
When in the crowd I disappear,
There's nothing to catch
but the feeling of letting go,
One can make a difference
and cut down an army of love,
How can I hope to change you
When I can't even save myself?
Nothing is where I shine,
And nothing is what I am,
Holding your heart in my hands
stained from all my failures,
I hold it close to me
even though it burns through me,
I know the truth,
I can't save you.
