If it wasn't for Facebook
I'd have no memory
Of what all I've done in the past
And the many things I've seen

From most of what I do
To all of what I say
From my stretches of the truth
To the come whatever may

Memories pop up frequently
Like a slap in the face
Screaming do you remember this
From the good old days

Yes if it weren't for Facebook
My boring life would be extra dull
Since on my own I haven't a clue
As to what is going on

The main problem with this is though
I don't remember when
While all my family and friends say
Please not this again

I just wonder what I did before
Facebook kept my memory on tabs
Since I don't remember having a memory
Of a memory before that