Clean Sweep
Sweeping out the memories
from the corners of my mind
Thoughts of you escape my broom
and none of them are kind
For when I try to sleep at night
they gather in my heart
allready burdened by the pain
which grows while we're apart
I think its time to cauterize
the wounds you left are deep
Steal this pain from out of me
that I may finally sleep
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