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The book of us is on the shelf
I dust it off and fake a smile
I never crack the spine by myself
I put it back and walk a mile
I keep your letters in a shoebox low
I tie the twine and make the bow
I slide the box beneath the bed
I never read a word you said
I pull my hand back from the door
I turn away before I see more
I'm full of fear and it's so clear
That I can't touch the things we held so dear
I pull my hand back from the door
I turn away before I see more
I'm scared of all the words we never said
They play on like a record in my head
I keep your letters in a shoebox low
I tie the twine and make the bow
I slide the box beneath the bed
I never read a word you said
I pull my hand back from the door
I turn away before I see more
I'm full of fear and it's so clear
That I can't touch the things we held so dear
I pull my hand back from the door
I turn away before I see more
I'm scared of all the words we never said
They play on like a record in my head