Ive done a few things
Ive done many
but thers one more thing to do
get rid of the memory of you..
its like a box...hidden in my mind
Pieces are floating
but Im not noticing
cause I just keep going
without even knowing
that the pieces that are floating
are stopping me from getting farther than I am...


Ive gotten rid of the letters you wrote
the cologne you wore
and the way you joke
Ive gotten ride of the
suffering in my eyes
but I havent gotten rid of
the cold nights
that we would fight
and I would cry
they pop in my head
even though to me its like your dead
so Ive done so many things
but I have to get rid
of the memory your pieces bring...

na na na..na na na....

Its like a cold cold,winter memory,its like something that hits me
as hard as the sea
its hard to describe cause
its not you who like,I dont even think of you,but its so true to say,although years go by
your though pops into my mind
i leave the past behind
but I also bring it with me,which stops me from ever fully understanding what you did to me...


Ive gotten rid of the letters you wrote
the cologne you wore
and the way you joke
Ive gotten ride of the
suffering in my eyes
but I havent gotten rid of
the cold nights
that we would fight
and I would cry
they pop in my head
even though to me its like your dead
so Ive done so many things
but I have to get rid
of the memory your pieces bring...

and its not like I love you
cause darling I dont
its just a memory of something that broke me at a time in my life
but every memory that we left behind
floats about in my heart and my mind...

and I cant help it.
I cant control it,
I wanna burn the pieces but
there spread out everywhere
i guess it started with a tear and then a shatter everywhere...
I dont really care I just want you out of there....
out of my heart,out of my mind,cause Im wasting time singing about the memory left in my mind...


Ive gotten rid of the letters you wrote
the cologne you wore
and the way you joke
Ive gotten ride of the
suffering in my eyes
but I havent gotten rid of
the cold nights
that we would fight
and I would cry
they pop in my head
even though to me its like your dead
so Ive done so many things
but I have to get rid
of the memory your pieces bring...