The Old Me

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Take me home

Take me back to yesterday

Take me back to my old self

I do not want to move on

Thats not part of the deal

I never wanted to heal

These scars are my armor

My laugther is a lie

When I look in the mirror I see the old her

But something is changing

it is begining of what is to be

to start rearranging me

It went inside of me like a parasite

when I followed the wrong insite

Now I tear way everything

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