• Memories will always be sad
    Either originally sullen, or glad
    You see, remembering of happier times,
    And comparing it to now, you'll see by your eyes

    I've never seen a firefly
    'Cause I live on the west side
    But I'd imagine by what they say,
    It's sparkle flies low, and sways

    Just like searching for the truth
    It'll slip out of your hand then you,
    Will just spit it out
    Every word's about
    What I didn't want to
    Know at all

    The memory in the back of my mind holds,
    Enlightenment, darkness, and evil
    For the love of you, no one knows
    I'll ask it to leave, then force it to go

    I have many choices,
    From far to few
    I only know their voices,
    It seems to you

    But you're jealous of the way we get along
    We broke up, wrote far too much songs
    Now you step up, saying what I did wrong
    So irritating, and took too long

    So finally, things are at rest
    Though you still are a pest
    I made some mistakes, yes
    But at least I got past your test