Tuesday, December 7, 2010


Memories... ahh...
I wanna run & escape from your prison,
But when I leave I feel like something is missing.
I'm not afraid, that's easy to tell.
This can't be heaven, It feels like I'm in hell.
You're like a drug that I can't stop taking.
I want more & I can't stop craving.
I still want you, it's easy to see,
But guess what, honey, you're not that good for me.
We get so complicated.
These fingers full of memories.
So rip my pictures from your wall.
Tear them down, burn them all. Light the fire, walk away.
There's nothing left to say
So, take the ashes from the floor,
Bury them to just make sure that nothing more is left of me,
Just bittersweet memories.

1 comment:

tulika said...

Ur Prision ,ur hell is all ur creation sumway or d other...!!!
I knw u will break thm free ..sumhw

Wish u all d luck nd luv dear !!

Nd yes Beautifully written i luvd it!!!