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Hearing your name,my memories come back again
I see the whole story happening I remember what you told me How you played me,what you did to me.. Nothing seems to bee just right, But i realize i have to fight, 'Cause even if you live inside of me I'll never be what you want me to be. I see you in everything that i do And everything seems to carry your perfume I'm seeking you in my dark room But i remember you hurting me.. The darkness took a part of my soul 'Cause as you left,you gave me away Maybe i should just play a role Or maybe you should go away!
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