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a secret I've kept locked away, no one could ever see
wounds so deep they never show, they never go away
like moving pictures in my head, for years and years they've played

I remember the darkness of my past,
bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have
sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back

stuck in my head again, feels like I'll never leave this place
there's no escape
I'm my own worst enemy

memories consume like opening the wounds
I'm picking me apart again
you all assume I'm safe here in my room,
... unless I try to start again