The thought worries me,
that I might just forget it all.
I'll forget the spontaneous times
where I would feel happy,
for really... no apparent reason.
I'm so scared,
that I'll wake up and
not remember anything,
and even if it means
losing the depressing memories -
I can't bear to let it go.
It shaped me into what I am today,
believe it or not -
all those sad, depressing memories.
And if I were to age and perhaps just
forget it all...
I would lose myself.
What would I do?
Who would I be?
Oh, sweet and painful memories -
please, never leave me.