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Old memories are coming up and it bothers me. Did I really ever get over all this or did I just convince myself that I did? I do not want to be that person---10 years down the road thinking, "How the hell did I get here? Where am I?" Some times it is hard to seperate the real truth from what you tell yourself is true. However, I am sure that it will all subside.
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?