These memories Hunt me
Night and day I remember a reality that is no more
These memories Hurt me
My pain serves as a throbbing reminder of my mistakes and flaws
These memories Harm me
My mind stuck to a scene I can hardly forgive myself for
These memories Love me
‘Cause they seem to never want to leave me
(Oh but) These memories ARE me
I’ve realized it’s foolish to run from one’s self, so I’ve made myself at home.
Now these memories Make me
And with each passing day I let them Lead me, serving as a constant reminder of where I’m coming from
…But also doubling as an excellent pointer to where I’m headed.
(For the memories we make… And the ones that make us)