They are sweet like a melody
Deep like jazz
abstract like a rap song
absurd like a pop song
and yet they all make me laugh
make me smile and even sad
like Beethoven's sonata they have a dark past
Twisted roads from a normal mind
My chains of memories
a bad kingdom hearts line...
Define who i am like my favorite radio station
randomly going to different wave lengths to get to different channels
My memories... are the different instruments of life
each with its own sweet tune,
each with its own dark melody
and yet it is a song i repeat over and over again
that song playing is called my memories...
They are sweet like a melody
Deep like jazz
abstract like a rap song
absurd like a pop song
and yet they all make me laugh
make me smile and even sad
like Beethoven's sonata they have a dark past
Twisted roads from a normal mind
My chains of memories
a bad kingdom hearts line...
Define who i am like my favorite radio station
randomly going to different wave lengths to get to different channels
My memories... are the different instruments of life
each with its own sweet tune,
each with its own dark melody
and yet it is a song i repeat over and over again
that song playing is called my memories...
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