What’s the point in feeling any shame
Bridges burn down all the time
Structures fall into another place
Crashing to the ground
But you’ll still remember me
Through the coming days and what it used to be

To be kind is to be naive
Words are often very vile
Close your eyes but you’ll still see my face
Whatcha running from
When you still remember me
Through the coming years and what it used to be

Those times seem long and fleeting
They vanish quicker by the day

Stuck in the momеnt far behind
Reminiscing all the timе
I’ve learned to take the flattery
You’ll tell everyone about me
Just when you think you’re free
You’ll remember me