Why can't memories be erased?
Why do I have to live with them?
It doesn't seem fair
When my past doesn't merge
With my future
And I have to leave it all behind
And I have to tell myself
I have to tell myself
Each and everyday
And console my broken heart
It wasn't meant to be, life isn't the movies
What has happened will not again
And sometimes you have got to leave it all behind
But it is the memories it is the belief of what was once
That kills it everyday
Slowly n steadily it breaks down in little pieces everyday
Still trying to pretend its ok
But it doesn't listen
The hope of what was once
Was a lie
And what was once will not be forever
And this is what u live with in the present
Is a mere it wasn't meant to be enough?
Or is it me who is living in a fool's paradise
Thinking maybe I will get a better explanation one day
Maybe I will get the answers to my questions
Maybe what was once will last forever
Maybe my memories and dreams will become my future
Or will I just live with them trying to believe a lie.
