~~On a Memory~~

When I tell my story now

It's like I'm telling something

Others have told to me

It doesn't hurt any more, but how?

Did I really move on and forget?

Did I grow past it?

Did it really matter, then?

I no longer regret....

What was done to me was cold

And what it turned me into was worse

I was a kid, I was drowning

But now I can escape their hold

I can cling to the hope I bear inside

The hope I've always had

I'll move on, I've moved on

I'll never need to hide

Maybe it's right if I let it pass me by

Maybe it's good if I let it go

But, maybe it's not good

If I didn't have so much reason to cry

I wouldn't have been me without it

Wouldn't have been who I am now

And it's best that I live on

As long as I don't regret it....

I'm alright now, I suppose

I made a lot of good choices

And in truth I'm glad

That it was Ian I chose.