I was little and small,
And I heard and saw it all,
Why did you hurt me so,
Why couldn't you let it go?
The memories that remain,
Of the wounds and the pain.
Instead of harmony and love,
The fights and anger were above.
It's like a flashback of those years,
Of me crying tears.
It seems like yesterday,
And I knew it wasn't okay.
Why couldn't you stop fighting?
Why were you always hiding?
The memories that remain,
Of the wounds and the pain.
Instead of harmony and love,
The fights and anger were above.
It's like a flashback of those years,
Of me crying tears.
And when I’m looking to the mirror,
I see myself standing there,
Hating myself for all my faults,
For all my mistakes,
For all my imitations of those years.
The memories that remain,
Of the wounds and the pain.
Instead of harmony and love,
The fights and anger were above.
It's like a flashback of those years,
Of me crying tears.
And now I can see,
You both didn’t change,
We only got older,
And there are still,
New memories that remain.