Selective Memories

I find myself digging deeper 

Dodging fears 

Reliving my paranoia

What happens 

When it happens?

I never want to know

Why can't I stay here, and not face it

Sing this same song 

I've grown so found of the way it tastes

Can't I hold my expression

above my suppression

a desperation 

I lay bare the thoughts of my mind

I struggle with what I have

But I love every second...

To live without, once a seeming fantasy

A fallacy, in which I believe...

That I know...

I can do without...

why can't I stay here, and not face it

sing this same song 

I've grown so found of the way it tastes

What happens, 

When it happens

I never want to know