x's fade from my hands
as if the act was planned
and scripted like a movie
with beginning conflict end
It hurts to admit I lied
to connect I had to hide
from my parents who's voice was sound
I knew then that I couldn't stick around
exes fade into the past
but memories stay and the places last
they stand there to remind
who you are and where you stood in the first place
you think that I'd learn from the past
but I'm sure it only scares me
the remnants they still last
my thoughts will never be free
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