Memory Burns
(Mick hart)
And the memory burns
What did I do?
Such a painted face
That seemed so pure
We can't communicate
So much ignored
Care and comfort don't rate
When you can't find yourself
And the memory burns
She speaks to me
With words of sin
She puts me down
Can I forgive?
Hides me in dirt
So far below
As the memory burns
And so I am alone in this escape
I have fallen, fallen far from grace
As the memory burns
Questions still remain
All beauty subsides
When all I fell is pain, when all I feel is pain…
All I feel is pain
All I feel is pain
Cos its peace I crave
But I can't change myself
So the memory burns
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