You might not remember, but I do.
You took a picture of me while I was telling you I was
You might not remember ´cause you high;
High in hate, in pain and in fury.
You took a picture with my camera.
I have it. I look terrible. It´s in my hard drive.
I can´t erase it; I mean, I can, but I don´t want to.
I feel that if I do, all my reasons for leaving will erase
And some how I will find my way back to your bed...
To your hate, your pain and your fury.