Love is deep,
And so is the wound on me.
Broken hearts, and drunk dreams.
Sometimes I would think
Nothing was ever real.
Destroy the past,
But the memories I have,
Will never leave.
Like the pictures of you and me.
I don't want to remember,
But I don't want to forget.
Wipe off my makeup,
It's not worth the pain.
I'll keep my heart.
I'll get past this pain,
Just like I got past this stupid game.

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