Memories
what am i to do with these
big boxes of what i call memories
am i to go threw them sorting bad from good
trying to erase broken dreams
you know the ones that will haunt me for eternity
so i look deeper and deeper in these cardboard boxes of remorse
and i come to a picture of you
and i reminisce about your smile
and the kisses that last for a while for a while i find my self in a trance
of me and you in the pass
so i fold the picture
and in to my wallet it goes
tears drip for my eyes to the floor and the tears spell out
all the things that we had done
all the tears that we shed
and all the pain that i caused you so i packed them back up
and on my back the boxes goes
and i start to walk
wih those memories of hurting you
