I used to believe that memories haunt you forever like a ghost
But now I think that they're more like a suitcase you've packed
I always try to take the pleasant recollections of the past with me
But I've never left a day without a negativity slipping in

I once packed my bag full of nasty little memories
And wore them every day
But that just isn't any way to live
If I could only know which ones were the best for me
I would take them wherever I go

I never believed that memories were anything but my own
But I might share a few to lessen the load
I know I can't always put the burden on someone else
Instead, I can accept the good and bad together as one
I won't throw away precious memories
But I may have to leave them behind

I used to believe that memories haunt you forever like a ghost
Now I know better.