May I be the holy showers upon the convicts of time;
Or the alarm of sleeping thoughts
I think I may have committed a crime,
If I had seen it coming life couldn’t have hit me like gunshots
My memories neglect any answers.
I remember many faces,
It spreads faster than cancer
My memory defaces
I won’t remember you
Don’t talk to me
I’d rather assure you too;
My life isn’t a tree
We don’t rise to succeed, we rise only to fall
You might be very sad but I’m sure you’re appalled