I understand most things,
but I don't understand most of what stings,
When my mind finally clears,
that's what brings the tears,
My mind is never blank,
from what my memories have been left to paint,
My memories bring back fears,
it's as if I'm in a house of mirrors,
when nothing else is true but my fears,
all that's left is a river of my tears,
when all I wanted was love,
I was left with nothing but above.
