All she can say..."i'm sorry".
Its just not enough for me.
Shes ripped away what I made my life.
I've started over too many times.
I dont have much left,
but i'm still so young,
and thats what scares me.
This will happen again..
and again...
I've started again so many times,
I forget who I once was
I often wonder if I had not,
Would anyone like me for me?
I've learned to act so severly well,
masking what is real with cheer and glee.
No one really knows me,
except the people from my home.
My northern home, where I came from.
The place I miss with a passion.
I want to go back so desperatly.
I'd leave everything and forget if I could,
but I cant...never could...
Its so hard to forget...
To forget anything you dont want to remember,
and what you do slips away so quickly...
...what you do and should.