• Memories, oh memories
    bringing back the tragedies.
    Past mistakes,
    wrong paths we take.
    Oh how hard I tried to hide.
    Imagining me,
    running free.
    Hiding my heart in the dark.
    Keeping my secret,
    denying I need it.
    Trying to live without,
    live without a heart.
    A supposed important part.
    But I shall never fall.
    As I go from run, to walk, to crawl.
    And ponder over thoughts,
    thoughts that turned to memories,
    secrets turned to dirty deeds.
    Some stay forever hidden,
    others found from hints been given.
    Either bring relapses of pain,
    from a troubled road called memory lane.
    Some repression,
    all depression.
    And yet I choose to think of you...
    emo