walking through the haunted doorway
in a pleasant memory of the former you
it's enough to soften judging hearts but yet spoken too soon
cause all the memories are right here inside of me
and it's taking all of me not to break or make a scene
in a heavy silence mother stews
and i could cut the air in here with a sharpened thought or two
at the time i ride my impulses and curb my attitude
cause all the memories are right here inside of me
and it's taking all of me not to break or make a scene
just throw it in the moat
cause all the memories are right here inside of me
and it's taking all of me not to break or make a scene