Don't ask me what I'm thinking
Believe me you don't want to know
I am sick of rhyming
About love that's touch and go

I'm sick of everything
I've thought about this through and through
I'm sick of thinking
of everything about you

I hate remembering good times
I hate reliving bad times
I hate reading and rereading
the lovesick rhymes I wrote about you

My Memories...
they hurt me
I can't accept it
but I know it's true

My Yesterdays...
they paint on me
bitter, bitter shades
of melancholy blue

I am a puppet of my past
I have cut my strings
I am falling fast
I am waiting for the impact

I believed in things that couldn't last
I'm fighting but I fail to stay intact