The end of a youthful relationship sometimes coincides with the end of youth itself, and objects associated with that time must rest for a spell before they can be appreciated again in a new time and place.
I have this thing in my head
It feels like everything is trapped
It's like prison
There is life in there
That life is constantly changing
Here is where they escape
Here is where they find solace
These thoughts are like prisoners
These thoughts have a life of there own
These thoughts constantly change like you and I
Here is where they are free
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