puddle of memories
childhood rain
come again
i can't remember the names
of those
i should've forgotten
a long time ago

them ghosts
and tales of dread
keep whispering the dead
and I'm afraid
i've been made  
a wrong time ago

this place at this time
reminds me of things
i still don't know about
and i see nothing
though i was never blind
i could never see
what they had to show

it builds up slow
to break me down
my condition to wither
guess i was never meant
to linger
around the dancing clown
and laugh
when he tells a joke

breathing the last of air
my share is complete
and I am
completely incomplete
without a story
i can barely
swing without a tale


i'm so sorry
for words that fail
whenever I try to speak
i guess I'm only relieved
that you never have to
see me ever again

remember my name
that was all I ever was.