Do my memories cause me sorrow?

Do they even tell the truth?

Days of love and no worries at all.

Do they deprive me of my youth?

 

The past, it tells a story

of days gone so long ago.

They show me times I wish were still mine;

presenting a well-played out show.

 

If things were so great then

why can't they still be now?

Is it because we've lost our innocence?

Or because we don't know how?

 

Laughing, smiling and joyful love 

were common between me and you.

But now that I see who you truly are,

are those memories even true?

 

Maybe I can forgive you,

but only time will see.

For now, my memories give me hell,

all because they lie to me.