confessions told and untold
heartbroken- and hearts we both broke
your memories linger around like a ghost
I still see your shadows at my door
scores settled and unsettled, you don't matter anymore
pierce through my heart or stab my back
the tattoos have already been scrubbed off
now you don't beat my drums anymore
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