where to start   where to begin   I feel like drowning in high waters      times have past so fast   and it's just the memories that last   I twist and turn them, make them mine   throughout the course of time      shadows invert   and things that once hurt   are scars now to keep me safe      I hope that I'm dead when I die   I hope there's nothing and this remains unique   and all there is and all there was is one      no hide and seek   even the smallest creek   runs high sometimes      the flood will catch us   lead us astray   and bring up parts of us we hid away      memory loss