If I could give something of mine away
I would not hesitate to take
My brain out…wrap it up in soft gauze
Pack it up in an old brown box
And in red ink…in block letters…
Scribble ‘FRAGILE’ on all six faces
…
If I could ask a favour from the most high
I’d say this prayer with a sigh;
‘O Lord, as a gift I need your mercy
I need you to take away my memory
Take the anger…take the bitterness
They leave me tired...they leave me stressed
…
Tonight it's just gray thoughts
Tears memories of that smell brought
A familiar pain that seems to seep through me
And leaves me numb
So as a bonus, please take away this sense as well
This vengeful sense of smell!
…
What my eyes have seen…my hands touched
What my ears have heard…my body felt
Where my feet have led me, and my knees crouched
Have all been elements…pieces of the jig-saw
Undo them…undo them ALL
And throw them out
If it means paralysis,
I’d rather have that
…
This slideshow...this slideshow keeps running
I can’t find the stop button
I’m chilled to the bones…my blood is freezing
Fear keeps me up fighting...
Screaming out to whoever cares to listen;

“What you keep doing to me is so not fair
I can't keep reliving this nightmare
You have to understand
That it’s time…understand!...it's time to be set free
So help me…
PLEASE…
Help me lose my memory!!!”