• I travel alone
    Down a street
    Nothing to drink
    Nothing to eat

    My backpack is heavy
    With things I don't need
    The heaviest thing
    Is my memories

    It cuts me so deep
    Where I killed my mother
    I can still hear
    The cries of my brother

    I see my father
    Grabbing the belt
    Feel it on my back
    And I know im in hell

    Memories are a burden
    Useless things
    I can't destroy them
    But they tear me at the seams