It's harder now that my defenses are broke,
But I'll keep searching for strength to disguise my hurt,
And it's a struggle to hide the pain,
To rise from your level to escape the games,
My conscience is clean, I'm stripped of remorse
Our friendship's broken, not by my choice, but yours
And your conscienceless (sic)

Sooner or later I'll walk forward straight
Keep the memories, discard my hate,
But when I hear your voice, it breaks my stride,
Ironically good times have shattered my pride.

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