flush my pills down the drain and try to stay sane these are my memories
flushed are my cheeks as I tremble, I am weak I just want recovery these are my memories
touch me in the dark who are you, don't know you're name why are you in my memories
touched me, but I tried to leave close this off and it doesn't leave why do we have to have memories?
rip my own skin to shreds can't deal with the voices in my head maybe they're just my memories
ripped are my jeans and my soul, that's how it's supposed to be and I don't know how to heal but I know these are just memories