When the memories come
i cant help but to smile
to laugh
to cry
to miss
to miss the moments of anger
of love
of fear
of desire
the desire of wanting you
wanting us

the time
the never ending time
the fights
the never ending fights
the memories
the never ending memories
the love
the never ending share of love
the hate
the new and never ending hate
the passion
the never ending yet wonderful passion
the end
the upcoming end
of all things we hold dear

i want to let it go
but it pulls me in
i want to say *******
but i would feel so bad
i want to forget
but i want to remember every detail
i want to go
but i want to stay
i want to feel
but i want to be numb
i want to help
i want to heal
i want to be free
i want to love

I want to be lost in my sheets.
To never go down stairs, to only hear the muffled noise of people, to not have to see the twisted love among each other.
I want to be lost in my sheets.
To only see the happy orange color, to close my eyes and know i’m protected, to not hurt as well as hurt others.
I want to be lost in my sheets
till the day i can’t control myself from closing my eyes and never have the possibility to gaze upon the happy orange color again.
I want to be lost in my sheets.

The more you hold on
the more it hurts
the more you let go
the more you may hurt others
stuck
the more time passes
the more time you have to forget
the more you forget
the more you want to remember
stuck
the more stuck you get
the more you feel like being free
the more free you desire
the more you let go
the more you forget
free
the more free
the more lost
stuck

I lost myself
but your hand came
and pulled me home
I lost you
but then I reached out my hand
and drew you near
I lost us
and no hand came
and we were both lost

is it fair
that i dont know
that im not sure
that i simply have no clue
is it fair
that its a long wait
that theres no end to be seen
that the timer seems endless
i know its not fair
that is why
i am sorry