It sits high on a shelf,
Purposley so I could forget,
All the memories we had together,
And all the letters sent.

Time passes on,
With the blink of an eye,
I can't remember you,
Even though I try.

I remember late nights,
Sitting on the beach,
I remember everything I learened from you,
And all you tried to teach.

I understand now,
Everything you used to say,
I never understood back then,
And for that you had to pay.

You were hurt and upset,
You were lost and confused,
Your soul way dying,
From torture and abuse.

All of the times,
I pushed you aside,
All of the times,
Your life came untied.

For all the cuts,
For all the meds,
For all the fightss
Over what was said.

Now I was too late,
I didn't even try,
To say your death wasn't my fault,
Would be the biggest lie.

You made one last cut,
Revealed one last lie,
I was too late,
So you said goodbye.

The album sits high on a shelf,
For no one else to see
All I have now of you,
Are beaten up memories.
 
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