Here

Kneeled on the floor,

Looking out of your window,

Why is this such an imprinted memory?

It’s so dark you can’t see anything, except the outside lurking in?

And an awful feeling coming over me.

Why is nothing here ever as it seems?

It’s always here,

In this place,

That my mind and body make me feel this way.

The memories,

The mistakes.

All the things I remember, the problems I can’t retrace,

They lead me back to here.

This memory that’s all blurred with fear.

High up off the ground,

Then low down to the floor,

Bright at morning light,

Then dark as night draws here,

You wish there wasn’t more.

Then someone comes to the door.

And you know that it’s where it starts,

And you retrace back to the beginning part.

It’s always here,

In this place,

That my mind and body make me feel this way.

The memories,

The mistakes.

All the things I remember, the memories that I can’t retrace.

Hold on tight,

I promise you that it’s gonna be fine.

No one can take you back to that night,

And no one can tell you that was happened was alright.

Because you know that you were too young to fight.

And it’s not your fault that you were told to keep quiet.

It’s always here,

In this place.

That my mind and my body make me feel this way.

The memories,

The mistakes.

All the things I remember,

The memories I can’t retrace.

I’m sure you take it back if you had access to that day.

You’d know the right words to say,

But whatever happens, be what may,

What you did will always be here, always