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The Past..
I look at the past,as it fades away,
rendering old ass memories of the ones
who cared,the ones whos dared on me and
the ones who loved me,but..years went by
and people stoped talking,people stoped crying
people stoped wondering...i guess all i did was
for no reason, ive tryed to regain all responsibilitys
but nobody understands what im saying when i say im sorry
,ive had a life, a life of darkness,a life of sadness
a life of hurtness but now thats all about to change.
for my own good,ive changed so give me the benifit of the dough
ive seen my past,ive watched it over and over but even now an i watch it again ive understood it, this whole time my memories have been sitting in a box on the back of my mind on the shelf that i dont go anywhere near by....
rendering old ass memories of the ones
who cared,the ones whos dared on me and
the ones who loved me,but..years went by
and people stoped talking,people stoped crying
people stoped wondering...i guess all i did was
for no reason, ive tryed to regain all responsibilitys
but nobody understands what im saying when i say im sorry
,ive had a life, a life of darkness,a life of sadness
a life of hurtness but now thats all about to change.
for my own good,ive changed so give me the benifit of the dough
ive seen my past,ive watched it over and over but even now an i watch it again ive understood it, this whole time my memories have been sitting in a box on the back of my mind on the shelf that i dont go anywhere near by....
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