I try to forget
i try to move on
but?
my memory's just keep telling me
how wonderful she was
how pretty she looked
how great her wonderful smile was
i sit alone
with high tech stuff
with super good friends
but none of them would cheer me up
none of them would make me feel happy
none of them would cheer my broken heart up
cause almost everything i see has a memory
a memory of her
a memory of us being together
a coin
a gift
a place
there all memory's there
they all have feeling in them
painful feelings
painful memory's
i try to let go
i try to move on
i try to forget those memorys
but my memory's would always be there to strike me down
