When the gentle wind blows on your face
all the memories rush back to your brain
which gets lost in its self from the thoughts
that tries to eat it''s self alive.

There's no warning it just claims you
comes over you like a cloak of red.
Everyone thinks it's been too long
I'm pathetic
No one will ever understand and they say they do
they don't
they won't
nothing will ever change but i'll just live with my mistakes
or yours.