Bury it or burn it
Leave it be
Just get that filthy shit away from me
All they do is make me cry
Make me doubt
Make me fail
I don't want the past to haunt me
I have just got a hold on me
It’s over
It’s done
I've found a way to become
Something better than you thought
Better than where it all began
Even if I have to tear apart my world every day to make ends
I am putting the past in the ground
Six feet under
Maybe more
I will be stronger
Than I ever was before
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