goodbye bad memmories
No more feeling torn apart,
No more useless Shitty art,
And no more aching in my heart.
You and me,
We have a thing.
It lifts me up and makes me sing.
My heart was broken,
Hoping this will last forever.
No more crying empty tears
That have built up from the past.
Bad, old memories should never last.
Empty promisses are gone too,
And I now know that I can pull through.
Copyright © Hope Ballard