The images won't go away.  The pictures.  The look in your eyes.  It just won't stop.  I see you everyway that I used to see you; perfect.  You don't want me to, but I do.  They roll through my mind one by one, remembering every detail about each one.  I wish they didn't.  Each time I see a memory, I feel it too.  I feel the attachment.  I remember each moment.  It won't stop.  From Roxy Wheels to my living room.  Talking hours on the phone, I remember conversations.  I remember the tone in your voice when you said you loved me.  When you said you missed me.  It won't stop.  I don't want to remember this.  All of the pills that swim in my stomache won't blur the memory.  I take more - and it stings, but the memory remains.  The alcohol that runs through my blood won't let it fade.  Nothing else matters.  So close no matter how far.  I can't stop thinking.  The way your eyes look at me, it breaks my heart.  Can't you hear it breaking?  My blade - so sharp.  My blood - doesn't flow.  Your heart, your life, your will - so strong.  Your promises - so certain [so broken].  My face - so forgotten.  We don't get closer than memories.  That kills me.<p><br><p>
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