I think i need to be told,
How to need to hold.

Onto these memories, so hard,
It hurts until it this far.

When things go wrong,
I sing another happy song.

To tell myself you are gone,
To yell at myself and to moan.

Through these tears,
Came these fears.

In which I don't know what to say,
But it what come again another day.

You are gone and that matters,
Smear the water and that blood that spatters.

Across the land of time,
To make up this rhyme of mine.

Take it in another step,
For these memories are well kept.