To trust you
was easy
To be with you
was clear
To cry to you
was untroublesome
To love you
was effortless
To let you go
was not
To hate you
was simple
To be mad at you
was fitted
To miss you
was torture
To forget you
was impossible
To remember you
was worse
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 