I feel depressed when I remember bad memories.
They make me wanna go back in time.
They make me wish that I did the right thing,
That I made the right move at the right time

Sometimes I want to have
An erase button in my brain
So that when I commit a mistake, I’d just push it
And the bad memory would just fade in a blink of an eye.

Yet, I can’t do anything but to move on.
I can’t lock myself up with the chains of the past.
I have to let go of it and face the present.
After all, bad memories are just memories.

Bad memories…

Why choose to remember them
When you can remember the good ones?