| Little bag full of paper. Torn up letters of ones I'd love to forget. Torn up memories of ones I'd love to kill. Shredded words of thoughts against my will Because I'm afraid of them. I shouldn't be afraid of them They are all harmless and I... I have a partner to protect me. I have a few more guards to help To guide, they do this well. A mind is like a broken record Playing the same hurtful images Over and over and over and over and over... Until it's over. |