I sing a twisted song

A song of lies and lives once lived -

I sing it when I sleep

And when I wake, it cradles me -

I am a slave to the song.

 

I sing a twisted song

A song of who I was and what I lost -

I sing it when I watch the flowers grow

And when they die, I feel alone -

I am a part of the song.

 

I sing a twisted song

A song of those I loved and those I didn't -

I sing it as we play

And later as we fight -

The song takes and it gives

(But mostly it takes).

 

This twisted song -

A memory so fragile -

Threatens to overcome everything decent I have known;

I flee and I fight

But I am weak

(This isn't right)

I stop for a moment to allow a breath

And the song catches up

 

It is stuck in my head

It is rolling and running

I cannot get it out

Thought I try with a knife

 

This song, I know, is all I have

Painful as it is,

I am codependent

I must write this song -

I must not let it be forgotten -

It is the memory of all I have loved.