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I walk in through the door

To a place so well-known

A place I remember

A place where I've grown



I run my finger over books

That I used to read

I walk on and look

To more memories I need

A music box starts playing

A familiar tune

A song about praying

Memories come back soon

I turn around

I see blood on the wall

I look to the ground

And then I fall

Tears swell in my eyes

Bad thoughts from my past

I forgot all the lies

I forgot that it lasts

That's where I cried

At the end of the show

That's where I died

So long ago