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

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

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

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

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

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

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