Memories are hard to die

Memories are so hard to die
How I wish some of them could be a lie

How hard I try to forget them
Clung like a thorn on a cactus stem

How I wish they would erase away
Like a cloth that rubs the chalk away

Memories are good and bad
Most of them make me sad

I have tried to leave them behind
But they keep poking my mind

Not one night passes without tears
They are the worst of everyone's fears

Filled with people, places and things
Forming pictures like a dead spring

Been running away all this time
Can it be called a real crime?

Every day I try to hide

How they could have just died

Memories are so hard to die
How I wish some of them could be a lie