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The memories' to blame

The world is on its' way

But nothing seems the same to me

I've got stitches on my face

I've got a line of broken frames

And it doesn't feel the same to me

Will you answer when I call?

Will you need me at all?

Will you decide to let me bleed?

And I'm nervous on this floor

And these bruises always show

Is there something on page 3?