I keep having this thing called memories And then I have dreams And sometimes I don't know how to distinguish the two. I had a friend I miss them They promised not to be a ghost in college And now I'm just left wishing I'd held that hug A little bit longer. I haven't thought of her in months I broke things off, moved on So why is she suddenly in my dreams When I desperately need her to leave. I can't help but think I've got some purpose Some reason to "repent" Because why would this all be hitting me right now If it was just my imagination. I feel like I'm drowning in my past sometimes And I just want the good back I want the friends and the happiness The hope I used to have. I don't want to keep living on sheer spite I don't want to live in fear of slowing down I can't handle spending the rest of my high school career Just scraping to get by. I'm running on empty Even though my head is so, so full But it won't stop It won't...