| Live In The Memory |
| Live in the memory. Live in the happiness. Remember when you loved people. Remember when he held you tight. Those days when he cared. When he’d kiss your cheek. But now he doesn’t care. Now he never kisses my cheek. Never asks how my day was. What did I do? Am I so bad I chase my own father away? But I won’t ask those questions. Not to-day. For to-day I will live in the memory. The memory of happier times. |
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