I feel down, i tried to pick myself up again but the grip you had on my heart was so strong i couldn't break out. I was so determined to get your filthy grip off my heart that even though i was trying so hard to get your grip off my heart that i fell into a deeper hole. i try to blame you for my problems, but the problem is myself.
You don't have a grip on my heart, the only grip on my heart is my own. The wicked memories i have are gripping my heart. So i fall down and down until i forget all the wicked memories i have.