I have slipped of tongue in mouth
and spoke of things that have caused doubt
And spoke of anger in trying ways
I've held to sentences for to many days
Peace had never found rest in my mind, or in my spine
I have held to strongly to every thing I've ever known
Because we all want memories when were old,
I know I know, the time it shows.
My past is but a story I tell day after day
Reliving old patterns and feelings in a stagnant way
I've claimed these moments my kingdom
And depression is my throne
And when you peel my skin back
The memories will be present in my bones.