What am I supposed to do with my self?
Where am I supposed to go?
Who am I going to meet in my life?
When am I supposed to know?
My life is running around in circles
As things from my past come back.
Things that are now unfamiliar
Haunt me as I start to lose track.
Pictures of a friend or two,
Or phone numbers and addresses.
My memories of a time
When we sat together in dresses.
Things I don't want to remember
But still the memories flow.
I'm in the future now,
Why can't these memories go?
Can't they see they cause me pain?
Can't they see this distress?
No, they don't seem to be able to,
So on and on they continue to press.
I stay here laying, trying to remember
The good times that I had,
But even as I try to remember,
Every memory is sad.
Back in the past
There could have been death,
'Cuz there was so much pain
there was not much breath.
But now is the future
And I have people who care.
So you can try to krill and hurt me,
Only if you dare.
My friends are there to help and protect me
As I would do the same as well.