As good memories of you run short i try to remember
its as if i am marching around a fort that will not surrendor
i find it difficult to remember you without a belt in one hand and a beer in the other
sometimes mommy would try to stop the beating, but you would never let her
deep inside. i know they're there
why do they hide? they must be scared
these horrible images of you pollute my mind'when i see you, i feel so confined.
i lose my breath as i bite down on my tounge
alright i give up. you have finally won!
in my mind there is no existance of a "happy" memory. could it be because there has never been a "happy" time?
