"My thoughts, my past, they haunt me
Although vague, the memories live on
Sweet phrases, trust and understanding
Are the memories that still have not gone
But even though these thing sound great
They're really a gun in disguise
Because the fact that they are now memories
Is what kills me and makes my soul die
And now I'm a "cold hearted" person
With no love, just questions and sad-thoughts
Never to believe in the "once had"
Living life like a battle unfought"

© 2007