My first memory has faded away with times help.
The joy I felt evaporates into times air.
I'm here, I'm there...
I felt the happiness, I felt the sorrow.
The memory burns in with the fire.
The picture perfect setting crumbles and melts away with the flame.
The first memory has scarred into me.
Who am I?
Who am I suppose to be with this empty memory?
The joy I felt evaporates into times air.
I'm here, I'm there...
I felt the happiness, I felt the sorrow.
The memory burns in with the fire.
The picture perfect setting crumbles and melts away with the flame.
The first memory has scarred into me.
Who am I?
Who am I suppose to be with this empty memory?
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