pictures.
That's all i have.
Pictures and stories.
I don't remember you.
It'll be four years this year.
Four years and i can't remember a thing.
I've forgotten your voice,
I know your face from pictures.
I don't remember it then.
Apparently it wasn't good then.
I've blocked it out.
I don't recall what was happening.
I just collected it all up and locked it away,
along with my memories of you.