I never look back at it, but it's always in front of me
It's always worth the hurt, but I know it's hurting me
I'll never let go of it because it's all that's going for me
I'll put it in the past when the past is history
A perfect example is all the things it's done to me
I think I might lose my mind, but not my memory
A perfect example is what we all wish we could be
I think I might lose my mind
I think I might lose my mind
You think you might lose your mind
But not the memory, means a lot to me
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