My thoughts is a dark room
And I am trapped inside
Together with our memories
The happy ones, unfortunately
each is a reminder
despite the pain,
feeling used and abused,
and your care was just a ruse,
that you were important to me

Alone, cold, and afraid
Running in circles
Might as well give up and give in, be hurt
I am used to it anyway
Embracing the ghost of us,
could unburden my soul
maybe escaping is futile
as memories are always there
just a matter of finding peace within