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The memory of my past is now so clear, I can see

Still dark, sometimes sad, mistakes that were meant to be

I do remember my shyness and how I could never make friends

I remember the friends I did have, and the ones who will last till the end

I used to be stupid, reckless, childish, and every relationship, hard

I liked to hang out with my friends in the camper in the backyard

I once wrote an album about saving, believing, and losing it all

I tried to forget all the heartaches before I would stumble and  fall

All of those days have been left behind, now I do sound

I faintly remember kissing, holding, and staring at the stars from the ground

Lots of these things I've left forgotten, far behind

But all of these things are parts of me I’ve changed, lost, and suppressed, now the future is blind.