This song is my favorite.
I always remember him when I heard the melody.
I enjoy singing with him. He alwasys can bring me the excitements and the happiness. I don't think I can sing songs without him.
He tells me a lot.
Because of him, I began to love the Raps.
He is my life.
Now, I had nothing to do.
What about sing a song?
But he is far away from me.
Even now, I have no strength either.
His voice is amazing. He is powerful.
I hope he can hear me singing right now...
The song. My favorite. And his favorite.
Ya, it is Forgotten...
1,2,3,Here we go...
From the top to the Bottom,
Bottom from the top I stop.
In the core I've forgotten,
In the middle of my thoughts...
Taken far for my safety,
The picture's there.
And the memory won't escape me,
So what should I care?
There's place so dark you can't see the end.
Sky cock back and shot with can't defend.
The rain then sends drippin'. Acidic questions.
Forcefully. The power of suggestions.
Then with the eyes shut looking from the rust and rot and dust.
A small spot of light floods the floor.
And the pours over the rusted the world of pretend.
And the eyes ease open it's dark again...
In the memory you found me,
Eyes burning up...
The darkness holding me tightly....
Until the sun rises down...
Moving all around, screaming all the ups and downs.
Pollutions menifested in perpetual sound.
The wheel go round and the sunset creeps behind, streetlamp, chain-link and concrete.
A little piece of paper with the picture drawn floats on down the street till the wind is gone.
The memory now was like the picture was then.
And the picture crumpled up it can't be perfect again....
Now you got me caught me acting bring you thru that.
Telling you that I see right thru you ....
In the memory, you will find me...