There are some that drink to forget,
There are some that do drugs to forget,
There are some that sleep with others to forget,
Yet they can’t seem to forget,
They sometimes become addicted during the process of trying to forget.
I chose to sleep with others to forget,
I despised the men and myself in the process,
New pain appeared while trying to forget,
Then I met my husband in the process,
Love made me feel like I didn’t need to forget.
Love helped me accept what I couldn’t forget,
The years passed and new tears began to fall,
New pain appeared that I couldn’t forget,
Death, heartbreak, endings, and disappointment constantly made the tears fall,
Yet I’m doing my best to find a better way to forget.
It’s a battle of self-control,
So I sit and listen to music as the tears fall,
I turn to music in order to stop feeling out of control,
It’s a song that states what I feel as the tears fall,
Eventually, exhaustion gets me back in control.