Somethings are better left unsaid.
But when those words start parting your lips,
There's no turning back.
Lips pealed back in anger,
Heart pulse rising,
Anger flushing through your veins.
I've got a white knuckle grip on what used to bind me to you.
I'm tearing them apart at the seams.
Sometimes, memories are better left for dead.
Leave them in the depths of your memory,
Where they can't just simply take over your mind.
Flush them out of your system,
The way you would cold turkey kick your heroin habit.
The damage that's been done, simply cannot be repaired.
But you can rebuild a new foundation with the correct cover ups.
Love lost can never be regained,
You can rebuild, but it'll never be the same.
But just like the people you know,
Everything will die sooner or later.
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