I'm part of everything you try to leave behind;
I hope for things I know are impossible;
Where was my fault?
You're the one walking away.
Life is always going to be that game that plays me.
You keep apologizing,
But that song has been on repeat for far too long;
I spend my time looking for truths and answers,
But I won't find what's not there.
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