Letting go of my memories, but they come over and over My first love, first sex, first kiss I remember every moment Every detail of the past Breaking the parts of my new life First corpse I saw, first fight Like flashes into my mind My second personality was born, with the growing insanity
One part is giving everything The second looks senseless Another is making me Depressed, weak, hopeless and helpless
Many people I can blame for my pain, for my sorrow There is no sense, no way to judge, they are hollow
Letting go of my memories, but they come over and over First drink and the last cigarette Just killing me, every moment First time that I lost control, the scars will show and remind me First time when the lie, I told Will I find the past, or will the past find me?