I awoke in Bangkok the other day
And it seems that the city has stolen my name.
I wish to forget from where I have come,
Names, places, and faces, I remember none.
There is one, however, that still sits in my mind,
The name of him though from myself I hide.
Rememberance is best forgotten
When hearts are shattered on the ground.
My identity thrown, I only wish to breathe in the air.
Forget the way you taste, and the touch of a lovers hair.
I wish to start anew in this place, where the bustle wipes away my fear
Name of no importance, simply Bangkok, the way I have broken myself.
Not my usual... not feeling the same any longer. Wishing for a place like Bangkok to start over.
