I say your name…
I say it twice…
But the memories…
The memories aren’t very sweet or loving or nice…
And I keep you in the darkest of places…
Still I see the promise of harm in all of your masked faces…
You were sweet…
You were kind…
You were cruel…
You were always one step behind…
I don’t know how to let you go still…
It’s an endless battle of my past and my will…
