I don't remember the part of my job application that said i'd be bored out of mind.
I don't remember being asked to be born in a town where things to do were so hard to find.
I don't remember telling anyone to make the fuel of my escape what can only be presumed to be unicorn blood.
I don't remember exactly when i stopped being a stud.
I don't remember when my bank account shrank.
I don't remember when i started to care about what was in the bank.
I don't remember what i wanted to forget.
I don't remember if I'm lying to keep from getting too upset.
I don't remember becoming this much of a cynic.
I don't remember turning into the crotchety folks i used to mimic.
I don't member what Dante said about Hell.
I don't remember quotes too well.
I don't remember getting this sad, mad.
I don't remember when being this angsty became so bad.
I don't remember so why then i can't stop?