How are we supose to tell someone
that even with all these memories
From your life, you want them to be gone
Otherwise, never will the pain ease
The very one they gave me
The one given so blindly
The very one they were of aware
I wonder If I'll one day dare
To Tell them how much I've hate
everything that came from them
And its only this late
That I realise I want them out of this ''game''