Burn down the memories I need to sleep Away from the reality I want to dream The fire will feed I need to flee Smoke is reaching for me I have to get free My memories are pictures Scattered on the floor Stuck in a room No windows or doors The heat is rising It's burning my cheeks Has it been days? Or has it been weeks? I give up the fight I fall to the floor Surrounded by my memories I don't care anymore Breeze on my face Memories rise and bend They turn into doves And fly away on the wind