You're forgetting what happened and remembering what didn't
I'm now your memory and have given up mine
When you're gone
Will that be a blessing or a curse?

I lash out in frustration
But the strike is soon forgotten
And I'm the one left wounded
Twice over

You forget what happened
And I remember for you
And in doing so
I have given up the last pure memory of childhood

I'd trade, you know
You take mine, I'll take yours
But I think you'd find my memory
A bitter thing

You forgot
I remembered
What happened?