The nostalgia of it all fills my head,
With complete insanity and regret.
I can't help but feel dread,
Especially at your request.
You confuse me and abuse me,
And manipulate my whole mindset.
You see I don't know what I'm doing anymore,
But I don't think that matters.
I just want to feel like I'm worth something, you know?
But I can't because you make me feel like I'm the mountain of melancholy.
It is up to the point where I can't tell the difference between what's right and wrong.
You see, these memories aren't good, only bad.