Please, let's speak of my past
I get choked up
No, it wasn't pleasent
Sometimes, for no reason, I tear up
When I am alone, thinking in the darkness
I wish my memories would stay in the past
I wake up in a cold sweat when they're let out
However, I have no one to blame
My mind wanders to my recollections
I have given up talking about them
For all it does is stir them up more
They are locked up in my soul
Occasionally, I leave the cell open
Letting them possess me once more
But they return in the daylight
As I tightly chained to the bars