Leave me, memories. Don't linger, listen. I know, seven years, six, five, four... They're all gone. You can't control it, you just left it, And, somewhere inside, it grows, Only nurtured by the dreams, my Dreams, hypotheses, nothing more; Just consuming me constantly. I know you can't hear, I feel That white deafness, it's frightening. I feel like I've learned nothing. Heard nothing. Done nothing. It's late, you woke me up for this? For a somber song and heavy eyelids, A regret and, with a breath, remorse? I can't stick around, not reminded of every You I've known, I see you in all of them Every day.