Its the memories that hurt the most ,
Time only has made the real us seem like a long forgotten ghost,
We paint a picture for the world to see ,
Since none of them could ever imagine what its like to be thee.
Trapped in a scary place all alone in our head,
Sometimes so sad we cant make it our my lonely bed,
Cursed by past mistakes thats the way its always been
Yes once we were happy only we cant seem to remember when
Its misery that reminds us of all the days gone by
So numb to the pain that long ago we stoped asking why
With glimpse of happiness we think this time it will last
Only how can we be hopefully for the future when it looks so much like our oh so familar past….
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 8:27 PM UTC
Its the memories that hurt the most ,
Time only has made the real us seem like a long forgotten ghost,
We paint a picture for the world to see ,
Since none of them could ever imagine what its like to be thee.
Trapped in a scary place all alone in our head,
Sometimes so sad we cant make it our my lonely bed,
Cursed by past mistakes thats the way its always been
Yes once we were happy only we cant seem to remember when
Its misery that reminds us of all the days gone by
So numb to the pain that long ago we stoped asking why
With glimpse of happiness we think this time it will last
Only how can we be hopefully for the future when it looks so much like our oh so familar past….
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