Memory

Memory filling up my tears, what I see is something incomplete you're so battered, but I love you anyway I laugh so much, when I'm on my own I would like to hear you say, a year or a decade is the same unconsciousness of treating you like this I lost a part of you, underneath my feet I thank the lord you are still here to accompany me there will be a different time, on the same old watch Oh, but many clockturns are still left, present is the only thing we have Oh how did I treat you ? I'll care about you from the bottom to the top 'cause what remains of you is wonderful