I am sulking in the memory

Wading in the pool of water created by my own tears

For you are the wind enveloping me in your arms

Like the air I breathe, you are there, but not visible. And keeping me alive.

The world feels like it's caving in.

Got 100 tons on my back.

The memories, they're rivals. Making me want to kill myself with the pain they bring, yet it's the only thing that keeps me going.

Why, oh why did you have to be robbed from my life?

What did I do to deserve this pain?

It's crossed my mind a thousand times. It creeps out from the dark, hidden corner in the back of my mind. What do I want most in life? To be with you, my dear. I've thought of killing myself by drowning in the sadness. Letting myself be swept away by the beautiful current that is your memory.

Reaching for that foothold to keep me from falling through the cracks of depression. And nowadays all I feel is frustration, aggravation. But I grab the rope of time and the other side wins the tug of war. Every second, every step, every tug bringing me closer to you, my dear. I sulk in the memory.

Wade in the pool of water created from my own tears.
Drowning in the sadness.
I'm being swept away
(For you are the wind)
(Like the air I breathe)
(World caving in)
(I got 100 tons on my back)
By the beautiful current that is held within your memory
Yea, yea. Your memory.