Sometimes I just want to go back
Back in time to be with you
But when I start to remember everything turns to black
I just wish I had a clue

My memory is bailing on me
Everything seems like a puzzle
Someone has got to spill the tea
But everyone seems to be wearing a muzzle

Skeletons are in a closet in my mind
And some have to stay hidden
Due to you I don’t want to be blind
But remembering seems to be forbidden

J.L.M. Haarman

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