Cleaning out my closet
When a box of memories fell
And hit me in the head
Dragged out the photos and the stories
And all the songs you wrote for me
Laid down and cried in my bed
Why am I missing the scars you gave me?
I covered them up, put on a good show
I’m better now
I really think that you should go
Still
There is something I am missing
But its not you
No, no, its not you
There is something I still crave
But its not you
No, no, its not you
There is someone I still love
But its not you
No, no, its not you
At least not anymore
What did you think?
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The first line hooked me! I smiled, I clould see the box fall on your head. Happens to me alot. Then the mood shifted as you painted the memories. Bill
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