What if you could not remember years of your life? Would you want to know what took place?
Or is it safer not knowing, and simply continue on?
You tell me, but if I remember the reasons why I've forgotten.
It'll play over and over and over again
Mentally, I'm branded from you. Just one time, it continues...
Forever
What if you waited out years of your life? Only to find out you're waiting for nothing.
I'm starving and waiting for something. Something that numbs out more years of my life.
It'll play over and over and over again
Mentally, I'm branded from you. Just one time, it continues...
Forever
I'm starving you out of my head.
I'm starving not to feel you on me
I'm hating my body for what its caused
I'm hating the fact that I'll never be free
Never be free