Move on, you say
The past is meant to teach
But you have no idea
How many I’ve ruined
Not one has escaped;
I’ve gotten to them all
There’s no one I can look to
And say, “I’ve done right by you”
So I play your game
I put on this face, this laugh
But I’ll never escape my past
And I don’t deserve to
So don’t pity me
But hate me if you must
And believe me when I say
You’re better off without me
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