It's just like a memory, to forget everything
but the good part.
I'd just like to say thanks again for reminding me
there's so much more
to the world,
then this sweet nostalgia that lifts my soul...
out of it's chair to try once more.
A little snicker from a laugh in the past,
and an old welcome home matt, where i had laid in the grass.
But give it a week and these scant scattered pieces
will be bullet proof glass over my memory,
can't destroy the feeling..
only make it weaker...
it's my weakness,
cause i'm stronger then you....
..i guess i'm stronger then you...