I hear, the memories are the greatest factor
of the past.
They’re the only things,
that make the good parts
really last.
But what happens,
when the memories fade,
and the person
who you loved,
was the one who helped them be made?
Who can remember them now?
All we can remember
is the bad.
The memories,
that seem to make us
steaming mad.
Because there’s
no
one
here
to help us remember the good…
They’ve all been destroyed,
by your life-ruining bat.
Now tell me,
Whose fault is that?
Songs of Existence 