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My past is a ragged old box in the closet 

Yet it never collects dust

I come back and open it everyday as if it was so important 

I get lost in what has been done till my mind starts to rust

And I just can't seem to throw it away 

I want to, but I just can't 

That box haunts me everyday

It sucks me in, hypnotizes me till I'm trapped 

It feeds me my biggest mistakes on a silver plate 

It whispers in my ear with the harshest words ever said 

Replays every bad memory till my body becomes lightweight

And every wrong thing I've said gets tattooed on my forehead

My ragged old me and her past

Tucked in the closet of her room, covered in make-believe stars 

I don't know when, maybe today or tomorrow will be the last 

That I can be free of this box

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My hometown's filled with spontaneous chameleons

Dressed up in suits and dresses

Trust me when I say they're dangerous

With their whispering voices

They talk about everything except nothing

I dread each time I see them

After eating up all the gossip they love to bring

They'll still say amen

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You'll see me in the velvet curtains

You'll hear my fury in the silence

See my scars in the small cracks on the road

And my lucky smile in the helpless hope

The creeks of bamboo,

They whisper my name, don't you hear them too?

So go ahead and cozy in the mufflement of your own lies

One day the world will know the monster in disguise

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Orange streetlight

You've got a pocketful of promises you never kept

I've got a weak heart and a gullible mind

And God's given me a million reasons to forgive you

But I never had the mind to forget

So I'll just wish under an orange streetlight

Hope you'll change your ways till it becomes true

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The same sky

I met you under a stormy deep ocean sky

Tears in my eyes and wind blowing through my hair

You offered me your shoulder and listed reasons as to why we shouldn't die

Cause life was just too hard to bear

Darling, this night's getting colder

I'm under the same sky just without your shoulder

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A friendly reminder:

Wherever you go, you'll do great.