For all their help
And times that seem so old
The secrets I have kept
The stories I have been told
I have got my memories in a special box
And their they will stay till I open the lid
And let the good times
Or the bad
Fly through my mind sometimes
Then I close the lid
On everything that reminds me of them
I don’t know why but I can’t remember
When the last time I took my stand
It’s drifted away to story land
It’s hard to comprehend
That people love me
And I really do have some friends
I sit on my bed thinking about my memories
That I think have gone rotten,
I unlock my little box and nothing comes out
For I have eternally forgotten.
