Razor Blades and Hand Grenades

[painted_glass_2]

I think you know what I'm getting at
i find it so upsetting that
The memories that you select
You keep the bad but the good ones you forget

And wisdom always chooses
These black eyes and these bruises
Over the heartache that they say
Never completly goes away
(I just can't believe this happend
And one day we'll see this come around)

What happend to us
I heard that it's me we should blame
What happend to us
Why didn't you stop me from turning out this way