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I Don't Remember
I'm losing my mind cells
Their disappearance is a mystery
Something died inside my head
But how do I remember that I don't remember?
Is it just a figment of my imagination
Or a fragment of psycho-regurgitation
There are bits and pieces of a life
Flashes of a face, she might have been my wife
Maybe wishes that never had the chance to come true
Or memories that I'd rather not give credence to
The hole in my mind bleeds pictures of a past
In shades of gray that could be dreams that didn't last
From my youth or from last night's Melatonin overdose
So far away I'd swear I can smell her scent so close
But I know that I'm alone in the empty hole I've dug
And there's no overdosing on Mello cos it ain't no drug
But it sure does make my dreams feel real and deep, deep, deep
Makes me never want to wake up from my tranquil sleep
I just wish I could remember her, make her more than thought
Her red hair flowing as poetry is all I've ever sought
What's in my head is a mystery of black and gray and red
If only I could remember a single word she said
Perhaps she never did, a creation of dead cells within my head
But her whispers haunt my mind each day I awake to find she's fled
Their disappearance is a mystery
Something died inside my head
But how do I remember that I don't remember?
Is it just a figment of my imagination
Or a fragment of psycho-regurgitation
There are bits and pieces of a life
Flashes of a face, she might have been my wife
Maybe wishes that never had the chance to come true
Or memories that I'd rather not give credence to
The hole in my mind bleeds pictures of a past
In shades of gray that could be dreams that didn't last
From my youth or from last night's Melatonin overdose
So far away I'd swear I can smell her scent so close
But I know that I'm alone in the empty hole I've dug
And there's no overdosing on Mello cos it ain't no drug
But it sure does make my dreams feel real and deep, deep, deep
Makes me never want to wake up from my tranquil sleep
I just wish I could remember her, make her more than thought
Her red hair flowing as poetry is all I've ever sought
What's in my head is a mystery of black and gray and red
If only I could remember a single word she said
Perhaps she never did, a creation of dead cells within my head
But her whispers haunt my mind each day I awake to find she's fled
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