What's the name of the monster that lives under my bed?
Which crawls out at night and play games inside my head?
Dances and laughs at all my mistakes,
Reminds me about all memories I'm trying to replace.

And I'll be honest with you,I only have them few,
And all of them are bitter and grey and blue,
And all of them are same in the matter of fact,
Drawing the pain on a canvas of my breath.

Sometimes they're full of cracks,and you can see the light,
Shining weakly but still with fire burning bright,
That carries you to the place you've been before,
In the garden full of flowers of love,down by the shore.

Maybe those memories aren't something bad,
Maybe you have to leave them alone,don't try to forget,
Maybe they'll help you,and you won't make the same mistake twice,
Try not to forget everything,that's my own advice.