• The sweet, sweet remembrance of life,
    Those happy days long ago
    The nostalgic hours staring at a photo,
    A patchwork quilt you begin to sew

    Of days in the gentle sun,
    Of the wind in your hair
    Of wild dreams and achievments,
    This you cannot compare

    Do you remember the person you used to be,
    The one who had no doubts?
    Do you remember the person who used to laugh,
    The one who used to pout?

    Surely the dreams of magic have faded,
    Of unrealistic hopes gone forever.
    The want to be that person in the mirror,
    Or the imagination untethered?...

    The want in those sullen memories,
    You've given up on all you dreams.
    You rip your hair out in frusteration,
    Its tearing you apart at the seams.

    Desire for the past consumes you,
    The pain in your soul scortching the ground
    You want it morethan anything,
    Your misery blurred without a sound.

    In the past maybe ill news befell you,
    The death of a loved one,
    The devotion of someone broken,
    You cried but couldnt run.

    Why, why were memories so painful?
    Why, why were memories so different?
    Why, why were memories so hard to forget?
    Why, why were memories so distant?

    How do u forget them?
    What do u do to lose them gently, tenderly?
    Why will those emotions never fade?
    Because then it wouldnt be a memory.