"Now you're just somebody that I used to know"
"I used to be somebody else"
beauty of a "used to be" is a past
pasts have futures "unwritten"
Time is allowed to pass for you but I'm stuck on recycle, repeat; recycle repeat; recyclerepeat
And I'll rise above this like I have before
but right now
no before
no after
just now, and pain forever
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