I don't keep a journal
Cuz I don't have to write it down
To remember how I felt
Those days I couldn't wipe the smile away And I don't take pictures
But maybe I should start
Cuz my old friends have all become a blur
Just one giant happy face I wish I'd have known
They'd break me in half
If given half a chance
And one night alone.
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