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Bones

There's a pile of bones in my backyard.
I dug through the closest in my heart.
Hiding got me nowhere.
I'm coming clean but I'm so scared.

She never saw me for what I was worth.
Blankets of snow, cover the Earth.
As time moves on so do I.
Love can't erase the pain of a double life.

My sins sink deeper in the soil of my mind.
Our past won't simply go away with time.
There's a girl crying in my head.
She reminds me that you'll always be dead.

There's a pile of bones in my backyard.
I dug out the closet of my heart.
Your end has become my beginning.
Wasted time has given me meaning.



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