Sometimes demons of the past come back to me And all i can do is try to shut all these voices in my head They said there's no futre if you don't have a past But what if you can't stop living in the past?
My head is heavy, full of memories which last Sometimes it brings me down so hard And all these thing that i have done and i can't replace all these fellings i will never feel again Give me the creeps
Why is it so hard to forget all these bad times i've had? It looks like ghosts which will follow me to the end If only I could make up for the bad choices i made But isn't my life a succession of mistakes?
And I wonder what i would be in another life 'Cause everithing's still possible when you haven't decided You know, it's not those who leave who make it hard it's only all the memories we have, buried in your minds