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Remembering September
I sit alone, in my comfort zone, allow my thoughts to roam.
As usual my mind comes to find memories I tried to leave behind,
the kind that bring to light, a night I wish I could rewrite.
Tell me, do you remember that September day?
I do, it’s one I often replay. It was a time before the betray,
long before I became your prey. Back when I wanted you to take me away.
If I only knew than what I know today...
The secrets you hide that I learned back in May.
Ever since my souls turned black, my heart has a crack, i’m on the wrong track.
I try to stay strong, but my life is now a sad love song.
I can barely keep my head above the water.
With you I walked straight into the slaughter...
But back in September, I remember our first date. It was something to celebrate.
I thought meeting you was my fate... I believe it was midnight
when you leaned in and kissed me under the moonlight,
how the stars looked so bright. Everything felt so right. You were so polite.
My heart didn’t even put up a fight...
Now I wish I could overwrite that beautiful September night,
And dismember every memory up until December.
As usual my mind comes to find memories I tried to leave behind,
the kind that bring to light, a night I wish I could rewrite.
Tell me, do you remember that September day?
I do, it’s one I often replay. It was a time before the betray,
long before I became your prey. Back when I wanted you to take me away.
If I only knew than what I know today...
The secrets you hide that I learned back in May.
Ever since my souls turned black, my heart has a crack, i’m on the wrong track.
I try to stay strong, but my life is now a sad love song.
I can barely keep my head above the water.
With you I walked straight into the slaughter...
But back in September, I remember our first date. It was something to celebrate.
I thought meeting you was my fate... I believe it was midnight
when you leaned in and kissed me under the moonlight,
how the stars looked so bright. Everything felt so right. You were so polite.
My heart didn’t even put up a fight...
Now I wish I could overwrite that beautiful September night,
And dismember every memory up until December.
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