The stinging that imposing memories can bring.
Memories swarm around my head like a bunch of bees
I just want to forget them, and them to forget me
As if the buzzing was not enough to drive you insane
It is the horrible stinging that opens wounds again
Bringing along with the noise, fear, anguish and pain
Some things you want to drown out at sea
Tie a ton weight around them and never see them again
I want to live in the present, not dwell on then
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