I've picked up a habit of erasing pasts that were never mine
Of making hurt go away that I never caused
The only thing that's bad is I seem to fade away with these fates
Your dissent and inability to feel was just dressed in lace
Or maybe I mistook the pretty spider web
The pink in your cheeks was just faded red
The new track was just the skipping CD
The bonus features were just a glitch in the film
All I am trying to say now is this was all just placebo, don't make excuses
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