Memories
Mom is making breakfast
My brothers are playing
I am talking
At least that's how it was
My life, what is used to be
Now seems like a movie
It doesn't seem like the real me
No, that girl is happy
She is smiling and means it
Doing things she loves and enjoys it
The scars she has are from playing
The ones I have are from dying
When I think I can't get by
I close my eyes
My mind drifts to that far away place
The memories of being happy enough to stay
I want to be trapped in that distant thought
That far away world
When I believed in happily ever afters
I'm afraid they will disappear
And I won't end up here
That smiling girl used to be me
Now her memories
Are my good dreams
