My voice is echoing through the screams, are you here?
Anywhere near?

Hearts racing fast, as we try to move on past.
Are we still ourselves?

I think you were me, every piece and I tainted you.

What good am I?

Nothing reminds you of me, nothing creeps into your mind, about what you
left behind.

Rewinding through the tapes, I find so much in need of forgetting..

All those times we cried, when we should have laughed.

All those times I lost because of you, all those times I almost lost you.

My voice vibrates back to me, the only one who hears.
 
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