Things are forgotten as we press on.
Fond memories and words said are now gone.
We try and return to the ways we lived.
Try to remember the ways we jived.
But these memories have faded.
Forgetting all the people we hated.
Mislead into thinking its too late.
Talking about the things we hate.
But why each other?
Why your mother?
As we talk on the phone,
I feel so alone
as you criticize me being.
Not even seeing
the man I\'ve become to be.
