Dancing memories…
losing all the fights.

What is the use,
when I know I'll hurt… eventually?

Dancing memories,
they hurt to much.

What is the use,
Of talking back to an empty wall?

So I will dance with my memories,
until they get tired of chasing me.

So I will dance with my memories,
Until they die the death they deserve.

I will waltz with my memories,
Knowing nothing's right.

So I will kill is ball tonight,
and wake up and see:

That these memories could continually
Haunt me.