Plagued by Memories

I am plagued by memories My eyes have seen things I will never un-see I am plagued by thoughts that my mind continually harbors Stuck in my mind, a prisoner in her quarters I’m outside looking in The farmer should’ve kept the healthy hen But he let her run away So I am plagued by memories The person I used to be I should’ve kept who I was But I had to go and mess it up I cut my own brakes Now I go and make every mistake I have done and said things that I can never take back I put the own knife in my back I am reminded of who I was Would it be better if I was always like this? Would it be better if I had nothing to miss? But alas, I am plagued by memories