memories

of my prime time all thats left is memories

it burns me deep, gets my blood simmering

i have a love hate relationship with remembering

it keeps my heart so cold i just keep shivering

and its simply tempting to just end it swiftly

Abracadabra your memory i'm tricky

now you dont remember me, i was a phantom shimmering

maybe i was in your dreams, maybe it was a different me

not everythings as it seems, baby, it aint gold cause it gleams, baby,

i leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy