The Meledies of our Memories

I'm sitting alone in my room, walking through my mind.
Looking for past memories, that I can't seem to find.
I'm so lost without knowing why. No direction to my life.
I thought only drugs get me by. So I'm starting to wonder why,
I can't seperate the answers, from their planned out lies...

The silence of my room, soon becomes depressing gloom.
So I turn on the stereo...

The meledies are bringing back, memories of how I was so loved.
Erasing how I lost track, of being so painfully shoved.
From the the only world I knew. So this is what I'll do,
when I can no longer be with you...

I'll blast the stereo, to drown the world I don't want to know.
To replay those times, when we played all these meledies.
To remember the rhymes, that hold all these memories...

No longer lost in my mind. I've discovered what I couldn't find.
So I turn up the stereo...

To solve the mysteries, that are somehow so unknown.
I'll toss the lines, to find my conscience once again.
I'll remember the rhymes, to help me fight my sins...