Straight Rooted

The hardest part

Is how we've grown apart.

A sweet serenade of silence

just memories to remind us.

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Remind me of the times we had

When we would laugh, when we would fight.

The good, the bad

I'm wrong, you're right.

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Just a moment in time

Just a fragment and I'm

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I'm sorry.

True words, no lies, realize

I'm sorry.

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Our moments depart

Picturesque unclad

Oh so you, sublime

Fake silence, comprise, my demise.

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