Everytime I think of you,
I'd wish that I could close my eyes and forget.
I'd wish that I could close my eyes and stop breathing.
But when I close my eyes,
Your voice would ring,
Images of you would flash.
When all I see is pure darkness,
Faint voices of yours are what I hear,
Flashes of us are what I see.
So when I wished to close my eyes,
Was it to remember,
Or to forget?
