Caricamento in corso...

Remembering

I seem to have lost something that I can’t replace
I can’t remember my home, my family, my name
I can’t remember the sound of your voice, the shape of your face
My vision is blurry like I’ve been sprayed with mase
I’m screaming for something
I need some space
I need a dash of water
I need to get out of this place
 
But where do I go from here
What’s the next step
I don’t know anyone
I can’t remember any regret
So what I forget
So what you’ve forgotten
I seem to have lost something
That I can never bargain
Maybe I’ve lost more than just something
Maybe I’ve lost my mind
Ran out on the troops headed for front line
Maybe they shot me down by the grave side
Of the thousands of honorable scouts
A traitor, a whimp, a sore thumb of doubt
But that’s not it
It doesn’t click
What once was has to stick
I’m not a traitor
Or a whimp
I can’t remember what I am
But now I know that I am sick
Excuses, excuses
They’re all the same
Leaving me feeling empty and cold, a heart of shame
 
Who’s to blame when you can’t remember your own name
The place you grew up, the family you’ve slain
Covering up your slang with lies and cheats
Maybe now I don’t even want to remember me
What have I done to myself
What could it be
I have no idea where I’m from
Or where I am, with certainty
I know that I am sick
I know that I am lost
I know I am someone
I’ve just simply forgot
 
Who was it that stayed
Who was it that left
A stolen memory is a stolen life
It’s an irreversible theft
And I can’t comprehend
I’m at a dead end
Who was my enemy and who was my friend
Who was I to the earth
What have I made of myself
Am I just another wasteful bum
Or did I ever lift a hand to help
Regret is something lethal
Addiction is bittersweet
Because in the end it’s still an addiction
And I still can’t remember me
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