When we were young and naive
Thinking of love
But it never last
Maybe im lost in the scaffeling
I pick myself up
And move on
I throw away bones that are buried
They leave no scars
In my back yard
What do you wish on doing
With my selfish words, and
Your familiar ways
You think I left you broken
But what do you know
Im all alone
Ships sail by on the ocean
That I only sea
A few times a year
Salt water heals and refreshes
Along with the sand
Come back to me
Revitalized
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