Staircase, pale face, play alone
Tough choice, your voice calls me home
Bike ride, rocks slide, falling down
Warm cloth, blood loss, car ride now
And all the memories pile up
They snag and pull me back
Third grade, mistake, I don't know
Cold days, hallways, walking home
I wrote down the way I felt
Kept it away from everyone else
And all the memories pile up
They snag and pull me back
Maybe we were meant to walk through life with tired eyes
And maybe we were born to crawl through hell and not know why
Fighting with my dreams, it seems that I cannot surrender
But if I lie here still, if I lie here still will I remember?
If I lie here still, if I lie here still will I remember?
And all the memories pile up
They snag and pull me back
Bike ride, rocks slide, falling down
Warm cloth, blood loss, car ride now