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The Remains
It's been years since you called me 'angel'
I suppose I fell from grace
Thought you'd never walk away from me
Another lie I have to face
My name sprawled in a spiral notebook somewhere
Another memory to be burned
The notes left behind in our ashes
Another life I've had to learn
To treasure every moment
This world in it's rapture
As anger streaks through it's veins
Is something I often capture
And I'm left with the remains.
