I was at work, minding my own business, when the phone rings and I answer. It was HIM, the one I hadn't spoken to in months, the one I'd avioded for lack of balls to face him. It was his voice, and I didn't even recognize it anymore. When he told me who he was, I stuttered, and ended the call. The following came in a five minute scribble on a bunch of napkins. Hope you like it.
Disease of Memory
The life from which I've run away
Has taken hold to make me stay
The demons which I'd thought I'd slain
Have come back to haunt me just one more day
There is no release from your memory
No matter what I do it still haunts me
Placed in a situation that brings back the past
Every breath feels like it will be my last
These feelings inside I cannot subdue
All I want is to forget about you
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Someone once told me to forget is to sin
Cause in forgetting we curse ourselves to make the same mistakes again
And to remember is the only way to learn from our mistakes
I told him I'm sorry my friend, that is advice I cannot take
Although we are not glass, we still can break
I'm sorry my friend, that is advice I cannot take
Drudged up visions of what used-to-be's
All of the promises that were made to me
I've been forced back to a life that I do not need
Just enough time for you to plant your seed
A seed of disease that is your memory
One simple look back is enough to overpower me
I used to sit in silence and fight my war
Spent the nights broken - crying on the floor
For I could not sleep in the bed we used to share
So when I say I want to forget - don't think that I don't care
I care too much - that is why this day has been my hell
But I'm good at pretending - I wear my fake face well
So as I'm pulled back into my memories of you
I think of my friend and ask what should I do?
If remembering makes my soul ache with dread
And my sorrow turns all emotion to red
When I wish with all my life that I were dead
How can I do what you said?
How can I do what you said?
