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Memories made.
Nowhere to stay.
I came back for you.
But you threw me away.

I whispered the things that I would've shout
As you stood there on the doorstep of your house
My voice is shivering from the cold
Telling you the words the things I should've told

You stood there, crossing your arms
Like I'm just a girl with a broken heart
You stood there, like I'm just a big garbage bag
But when I'm so much more than that

I was going to say a little more
When you slammed and shut the door
So I left your house soaked in the rain
Pretending nothing happened, like I never came

I have been forgotten.
I have been replaced.
Oh well, that's life anyway.
As not everything stays the same.

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