Trying to hide all this pain,
Rummaging through my scattered brain,
But I get lost in the pouring rain;
Being broken drives me insane.
Scars inside my run-down heart,
This world tears me apart,
But I still pick up pieces in a shopping cart,
As I search for happiness in stuff at your local Walmart.
The past is the past,
It feels like love never seems to last,
Yet, as we grow old time sure flies fast;
But, the good o' times, to say the least were a blast.
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The Girl With The Gift
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