Would you happen to remember,
How things happened and why?
Have you ever wished to forget,
And be yourself without that piece?
When you forget too much memories,
Your past is full of blanks,
When you think about the future,
You can’t really guess who you’ll be.
When they ask you how things happened,
You say your piece but you get persuaded,
When things happened and they twist it,
And you can’t say what you’re sure of.
Have you ever felt like a puzzle,
With pieces falling out and missing,
When you lack memories of people,
The ones you love and why.
Do you know how it feels like to forget?
When you are unsure of everything,
When the jigsaw has black pieces,
And you can’t remember who you are.