Specters Of Memory
I am the enemy within
Always out of reach
Preying on your fears throughout all of your years
Bringing tears to your eyes
The specters of my own heart
The memories of lovers who depart
The ghosts of my mind
Empty me of sanity, I'm rushing blind
Every weakness is heavy on my heart
Why do I have to cast it outwards
Upon those who love me
Why must I condemn those who offer me salvation
It's because you love to suffer for your selfish desires
To become a narcissistic martyr
For your self-righteous cause
You don't even stop to pause
and consider the hurt of your actions
The specters of my own heart
The memories of lovers who depart
The ghosts of my mind
Empty me of sanity, I'm rushing blind
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Specters Of Memory, which
was posted on Jan 16, 2011 by
Jee_Blue1875.
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"It's about someone who is making others shoulder there burdens unfairly"
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Lyric, Simple Rhyme
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