the dust clears off the box full of hopeless memories
the master lock looks old and rusted
i should`ve burned this box along with all the others
forgetting you has been the hardest part and i`m not sure i wish to remember
at all.
like angels on the verge of suicide
i turn my head and shed a tear
and fall for what seems like a thousand miles
until i hit the cold cement floor beside your feet
dont pick me up because
my brittle bones cant withstand another touch from your hands
i`ll get up on my own and i`ll burn this box
the fire will look good glistening off the curves of your face
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