Goodbye, Lullaby

Sometimes, I remember the things that have been forgotten. Sometimes, I remember what you have left. Sometimes, I cry to remember things I have forgotten. Sometimes, it could easily be considered to be something heavy. I might have forgotten, but not be forgotten. all into graffiti my history, and it will change me even a little.
I miss the things that have been lost. even miss the things that are still concrete.
I miss everything .... I want to keep them there ...
I even like all join, without any loopholes that could undermine this relationship.

And all will be lost.