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Too Late
feeling forgotten, so out of touch
every time something comes up
that reminds me of you, it's too much
I miss the way we used to talk
I miss what we used to have
the name of that state just seems to mock
my every attempt to forget
feeling like never alone
was never enough
feeling like I've lost you
to the demons that have had you
and the demons that had hold of me
and now that the demons are gone
all distant memories of times gone past
nothing's left between us but rubble
of a broken past
