So I live with the sting
The aftermath of something
That crumbled into nothing
And I live with the scars
That just won't wash off
They hold me back from the future
Keep me planted in my own quicksand
But love isn't what hurts
It's the nostalgia's steady burn
Yeah, I used to be innocent
I used to speak without regret
Okay is just a lie
Just let me tell you I'm fine
Some things are meant to be
While others are deprived
And I can't shut my mind off
Like I can tune out the Christmas carols
Forced down my throat
Cheer up, cheer up
Well I'm too screwed up
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