To be saved by you

A thought I couldn’t get rid of

I am tired of wanting you back

I am done with whatever role you had in my life

It’s time to let go of you

Of all your stuff I still have

I’m going to throw it out of my window

Burn all of our pictures

Can’t look at them without crying

Hurt I was like no other

There’s no point of having all that stuff

If you’ll be with me anyways

On my body you are tatted

This one I adore and hate

I wish I could take it away

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