“Do you want to be a memory?”, she sang to me
If you ever feel inside, are you truly free?
Never will the tears flow
Never will she let go
Forever holding on to thee. I said,
“All my memories are broken, baby,
and I’m ashamed, you see.”
“Do you ever feel alive? Do you strain to breathe?”
Another line of questioning that should pertain to me
Better to be let go
Rather than an echo
Waiting just to see if she can see
“Do you ever feel alive?” I said,
“Only when the pain recedes.”
“Do you want to be a memory?”, she sang to me
Hope is just a metaphor
For when the pain recedes
