On a good day I forget
what it was you said to me,
on a bad day I recall
what I used to be.

On a good day
when I try to live
as if you taught me somehow
to forgive,
I can subdue
all thoughts of you
and forget when you
held me captive.

On a good day I forget
what it was you said to me,
on a bad day I recall
what I used to be.

On a good day
when I try to see
if in this hall of mirrors
I’m carefree,
I find I pray
to God this way,
let the image be
the real me.

On a good day I forget
what it was you said to me,
on a bad day I recall
what I used to be.

What I used to be.

What I used to be.

Copyright Keith Ames