Everything that has happened to me
Everything that was painted with color
Everything that you called beautiful
All of them were memories

The past was yet a little piece of my life
It was nothing but an ugly thing to me
Thinking about it, remembering, reminiscing
All I hated

It all brought back the thoughts of you
Brought back the fervor my heart had
It wasn't love that I hated
It was you, only you

I let the knives of the present cut
Cut all the pages of my life
Where you were in it
Tearing it all apart

Forgive me, I never wanted this to happen
But you just did
And I don't know how long it will take
How long 'til I have completely forgotten about you

Slowly, the colorful memories got all mixed up
It turned what you call beautiful, black
But there was always this one spot, white
I don't know what it is

But I have a feeling it's still...
*the four-letter word that I used to feel for you.