Reminiscing is something everyone does,
it's like a mental stimulation,
except not for me.
Think about your first kiss and how did it go?
It's a memory in which you'll never let go.
Your first love is a memory you'll keep,
my happiness is what these memories like to reap.
Think of your best friend,
the one you'll stick with though your life until the very end.
Think of your family,
there's people in it that will care for an eternity.
It's dangerous for me to think about this stuff,
I walk a fine line and that's all I ever do.
I don't wanna be stuck in this hole,
but the memories won't go away.
...
How are things for you?
How's everything going?
It's a fine day and the gentle breeze is blowing!
I'm fine how are you?
Oh you know,
same old same old,
that's all I've ever told.
Inside I'm rotting,
bleeding,
I'm dying inside.
From these thoughts I can never hide.
I can run,
I can scream,
I can bash my face until I bleed.
A break from myself is what I desperately need.