Rubber Bands And Red Pens

For those of you who understand the significance of those objects, well done. If not, this may not make sense and you should probably look it up. I dunno how though

Rubber bands, and red pens,
These are the ways, I'll make amends
It's stopping now, it's stopping here
Stopping the pain, stopping my fear
Crying over things gone by
Look again, and once more cry
I'm leaving this, my troubled past
No longer here, no more I'll last
It's taken me so long to know
It's taken oh so long to go
They have all but disapeared
Just as they should've, just as I feared
They always will be here with me
If I stare hard, quite plain to see
Soon, I hope, a distant memory
Soon, I hope, not part of me
Rubber bands, and red pens,
These are the ways, I'll make amends

The End

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