I sign away my dignity I sign away my life,
I sign away my happiness just by remembering the strife.
Memories always seem to fuck me up in some way,
all the happiness has somewhat turned me out so grey.
All the people I know and love either turn or go away,
and leave me with these memories that fuck me up in some way.
Sadness always seems to be remembering what you had,
and remembering the source of all of it drives you fucking mad
Memories seem to fuck me up but it seems its all I've got,
Memories are what's left of me once i start to rot.
I'm becoming so soulless and angry, forgetting my happy thoughts,
all because I've lost someone, the memories, its making me like quartz.
I'm feeling really empty lately, feeling really clear,
losing all touch again, losing what i hold dear.
Clouded by all these memories and getting fucked up for free,
I don't even love the guy im sharing my bed with now, you see.
I defiantly know i need to sort myself out,
but I'm losing all my friends who would attempt to help me out.
So all I've got is my memories and my own fucking house,
it gets so lonely and empty here in my head and in my house.
Memories always fuck with me they always fuck me up,
but this time I'm done trying to help myself out...