• .. good intentions laced on acid tongues
    are pointless from razor blade lips
    the consisitancy of pure hearts die
    when beats are skipped
    in this shattered world
    where whispers are to undo
    it's easy to forget what used to mean the most to you
    REMEMBER that night
    REMEMBER that kiss
    REMEMBER that look
    REMEMBER these lips
    REMEMBER those words
    REMEMBER flying free
    REMEMBER that touch
    REMEMBER who you used to be And even though this life's a play no one's who they say to be
    Someday when the curtain calls you'll remember me.