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Every day i must see a past that slipped away,

tore itself from my grip, still feels like yesterday,

may have been '09, but still to this day,

i miss who i was more and more every passing day,

in every possible way i hate who i've become,

used to play a different tune, now i'm high on drums,

it's all about the sum you spend to buy it,

fake friends rise from the dark who supply it,

go on and try it, i was in a weak place,

with a childhood friend and seeing a pretty face,

her friend rejected me way before i started,

putting drama before my brother departed,

then what do i do? fall for another,

curly headed rich version of my mother,

friend of an ex-lover, but what really is love?

it's a definition i still find too tough.