As my life passes by
I’m forgetting things you’ve said,
But those eight little numbers
Echo clearly through my head.
All the information I’ve learnt
To push it all away,
Isn’t working.
The numbers just echo through the day.
But I guess it won’t really matter,
Because they’ll stay inside my mind
Because if I don’t do anything with them
The past will never be left behind.
I don’t want them in there
I wish they’d go away.
Those numbers are in my head
But that is where they’ll stay.
