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"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."

It’s getting hard, I’m getting weak;
I have to tell myself to breathe, and I don’t know when…
Another day, another week, another hour, and I may be completely broken.
It’s not as easy when you’re on the other end,
and, had I known, I would’ve done things different.
But I’m still recovering…

Let’s slow it down, put on the breaks.
‘Don’t even know your last name or all your favorites.
Trust me now, I’ve done this wrong so many times,
so many songs; don’t make me prove it.

It’s not as easy when you’re on the other end.
And, had I known, I would’ve done things different.
But I’m still recovering…

It’s getting hard, I’m getting weak;
I have to tell myself to breathe…

These are lyrics by Tim Wildsmith, from 'Recovery'. This was posted at 02:57 PM on 18 August 2008 .
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