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In the dark corners there hang lonely photographs
I never understood the reasoning, I did not want to notice
These dark memories, I want them to be forgotten
They keep holding me back, even in my dreams
A memory in my mind is always bleeding
There are wounds that are always healing
It makes me not want to return to this place
From day to day I’m comforted in silence
I have ambition
The things that are precious to me is all I want to hold on to
It’s always struggling
Burn the pain right before my eyes
Before I’m blinded
Before it forces me into darkness
I don’t want it to come unto me
Once it is undone
I shall know peace, I am home
Does that count for something
A memory in my mind is always bleeding
There are wounds that are always tearing
It makes me not want to return to this place