Amnesia

I would love to wake up with amnesia and forget about the images I took away from that dark place, I hate the look of fear on your pretty face I would love to wake up with amnesia and forget about all the commotion going on inside my head, I hope one morning I may never rise from my bed I would love to wake up with amnesia and forget the pain and suffering caused by wars machine, but no its another morning soaked in a sweaty sheen. I would love to wake up with amnesia and forget how a mate stronger than me took to suicide; I hope we can finally get together on the other side. I would love to wake up with amnesia and forget, well perhaps no, because then I would never remember how much I love you so