I'm scared of the fact that I'm falling.
I'm confused, I'm on my knees and crawling...

So many memories you and me,
Some sane some crazy...

I need you to no that things are on my mind.
I can see them but you seem to be blind...

Thinking of the flash backs.
But I gotta face the facts...

Thinking of the flash backs.
But I gotta face the facts...

I want to make this poem a work of art.
That way it will have so much heart...

Thinking of the flash backs.
But I gotta face the facts...