Confusing memos keep opening throughout,

The gates in which are always shut,

One after another some memories flash,

It makes you wonder what is next,

You remember a time when love was blind,

A time in which was sublime,

You talk with someone just for fun,

To have a friend, not any other type of one,

But her friends see it in a different light,

She runs away before the night,

It makes you think in a deeper tone,

It wipes you out like no one knows,

It is hard enough to sleep at night,

Sleeping just has not been right,

Then you go to have a good time,

With some people who do not let you unwind,

Then you find as you came home,

You screw up more then you would rather know,

Your weeks have become hellish ones,

So much to do without other time,

To do what has not been done,

Or what you think could be fun,

To do something with people who,

It is not the same to do what you do,

You don’t see the same old people,

You see ones in, which are not equal,

You long for something deep inside,

And you don’t ever know what it is that is hiding.