If my memories betray me, I'll have nothing left.
The remembrance of yesterday, makes today worth the pain.
So many wonderful experiences, twisted their way here to this spot. A life once lived, but hopefully not forgot.
No one sees me here, they just read my thoughts. Some think they know me, but I just show pieces, unless I am sought.
I've lived my life, the past joy paid, with the present bought. As long as I can hold a shard of that, I want for naught. This pain in my heart, with memories wrought.