Lay me down and forget my troubles

I am but a reckless memory overwhich you have stumbled

So let me write a ballad for you, me and myself

to help walk away the pain of the heart broken result




Neverind me, for I am but a sorrow

not too happy today, maybe tommorrow

when the grass is green you tend to be content

and when the shot glass is full, you tend to need it

so dust yourself off and wash yourself up

you will live and get out of the slump

when you got your sadistic memories

it was the best time you ever had

you find out your heart was teased

and you can only be so glad

I wish I had somthing wonderful to say

And I wish I would see some more happy days

Because I knew I loved you, it was hard to say

Potent words forgotten, just happens that way



There was no song to sing, just the unread poetry

In Which all the lives and lies you live can be seen

And now I think I found my place, my place of peace

And now that it has started I don't think it will cease

A single grand place to forget your sorrows

one great place to wait for tommorrow

one great place to remember all the ironies

and the best place to sleep in peace

one great place to show every regret

one place that's hard to remeber and hard to forget

one place to remember every lost oppurtunity

and this is the place of the unread poetry

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