I have a way of digging things up from the past..
The past comes flooding back to me.
No matter how I try to conceal,
I have a big stone in my chest,
a rift in my heart that I can’t seal
No matter how I try to conceal,
I have a big stone in my chest,
a rift in my heart that I can’t seal
Time passes by, but this is the type of wound, that will never heal
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