My diary's on the ground, trying to catch my attention
Written thoughts never die, crystallized on the pages
They will knock at the door, if you try to forget them
It doesn't make sense to dwell on the past
‘cause i'm not the one i used to be
It doesn't make sense, ‘cause life goes so fast
Would you burn this for me?
I had to change the past, with my imagination
Trying to forget the worst, justifying my actions
Should i switch on the light, should i face all my regrets?

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