You exist in my head as a painful memory. A name that comes up to the surface every now and then, and the hurt comes again. A phantom I’ve tried to drown with every vice and pleasure I know. I hope I forget you. I pray I do.
in Confession
You exist in my head as a painful memory. A name that comes up to the surface every now and then, and the hurt comes again. A phantom I’ve tried to drown with every vice and pleasure I know. I hope I forget you. I pray I do.