Where can we go when we want to see
The things we know we couldn't be
The thing you wanted I couldn't find
The haunted memoirs of my mind

We shrink inside where pain is bottled
Where ink stains the paper rotten
So we wind up and throw it out to sea
Drifts within the shore in me

Departed pushed by the tide
Discarded polluted inside
Smashed on the shore by the storm
Trash always goes back where it came from