A man needs a myth and
A knight needs a windmill;
I’ve given a name to my hate in your honor.
Without my relief
I have grown to believe in
Those seething thoughts you will never discover.
Why do I cling to the love I’ve lost long ago
Letting its rotten remains to defile my soul?
Soothing the flames of hate will make me feel cold
But I cannot live this way, I’ve got to let go.
A day needs a night
Like a bird needs to fly,
I need to take time to collect what you’ve scattered.
Somewhere inside
I want to deny
The memories still bright enough to matter.
Why do I cling to the love I’ve lost long ago
Burying myself within things I can’t throw away?
Selling my soul will never make you pay.
I cannot live this way, I’ve got to let go.
No longer will I digress,
And I do hope for the best,
Evil memory, begone!
There’s no longer “You”, there’s only “Me”, alone.