Costing me my life, costing me my freedom.
Working through this strife, whenever there’s boredom.
Always aimed for better but now I have shame.
What’s done in secret is poison in discreet.
My heart’s pounding through the race
but now all’s in disgrace.
Gruesome ghosts haunting in a trance,
not sure if I need another chance,
coz all luck’s worth, is just a farce.
Take me out of my misery, coz all that’s done is just a memory.
The good I was, the better I am, and the best I’ll ever be.
All that’s past is behind
but all left to remind.
A memento I opt to forget.