I’m just a pile of your old clothes
An aol chatroom what a sight to behold
All of those wondrous things The joy surrounding me
While filled with silent suffering.
I hate the way I don’t see the good in my life
I wake up just too see how I could die
I sure as hell hope we talk before then
Praying every night to be forgiven.
i’ll be the thunder and the calm in the storm
all the hate that you feel wrapped up into one
Time passes too fast and we’re lost in every memory
The alarms going off but I don’t hear a fucking thing.
I’m just a pile of your old clothes
A phone call that you made too long ago
A mixtape that you play when you’re feeling down
Finding comfort in those old sounds.
Those words we wrote didn’t mean a thing
I’m spilling my guts out bleeding
I’ll carry your cross till I can’t stand
I still remember what happened, I still remember what happened.
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