Hung Up

They remain
The good and the bad
They haunt me

The good, I remember most
The bad, slowly fading
A ghost

These memories
They won’t die

They want to play;
On and on and on
A promising movie
Gone wrong.
On constant rewind

I’m sick and tired
Screwing with my mind
I thought these thoughts have retired
But they’ve made a comeback

From one weak moment,
Just one beacon of light
The obsessive thoughts
The constant onslaught
They’re back

Hung up
Always hung up
When will this end?
When will these thoughts go?

Stuck forever in a loop
A never ending cycle
Just like a hoop

Eh, que sera
Time will help


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