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Old MemoryWhen I think back to my past
I see myself aged three
But I'm crying
For the fear someone's dying
But I don't know who it is
Why at that time
Did I feel so scared
I remember the tears
But my memories remain impaired
A face looms over mine
And comforts me with word I don't hear
But the lady on the floor... isn't she my mum?
Why can't i recognise someone dear?
These I forget things so easily
Ever so fleeting; like a breeze
I may forget the day & the night
But I shall never forget old memories...
No Longer LovedAs i reach out to the light
It turns its back on me
The world seems ever so dark
And there's nobody else I can see
My world turned upside-down
Just as I reach an all-time high
You just picked-up your stuff
And left without saying goodbye
As I clutch this pillow, my tears fall
And I wish that my heart had not spoken
But as long as you are not with me
My heart will always remain broken
Night LifeEvery where you go leads to trouble
Fight or you'll be the first to stumble
Under the stars grows problems for all
You have to grow or you'll lose in this brawl
The night life is a cruel place to be
I'd rather resolve it to be being you than me
But all those involved can't leave the night world
Feel remorse for all those misunder boys and girls
The night life is a place of crime and mischief
But this world is a place full of sadness & grief
What can anyone do to escape the pain of night
The night life is only the start of the fight...
Next DoorThe house next door is a booby-trap
Cause Fred snuck through the cat flap
I followed, knowing my return would be a long shot
But the house next-door was Fred's; I'd just forgot
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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