At night, memories start flooding my mind,
the flashes seem forced; I didn't ask for a rewind,
Suddenly they're all alive, thoughts from the hind..

Knowing that I needed a shoulder to rest on,
and that my heart was ripped apart and torn,
there would still be a fake smile I'd put on,
smiling and laughing, as if nothing is wrong..

Ohh, just why is fate so unkind,
Or am I just not god's favourite child?

© Frost