Amnesia
I dressed my self in amnesia
so i didnt think of you
and the memories hunt me
torment me at night
i buid a wall of bricks made of forgettness
so i wouldnt look at you
but the worst part of all
is i can't forget you at all
since you live in my heart and
run through my mind
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